Life — July 12, 1888 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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TO CAMPAIGN POETS. E who writes, but stays away, May live to write another day ; But he who is in sanctum slain Will never live to write again. . . . HE Rural New Yorker is a journal of excellent taste and superior literary and artistic judgment, as is indicated by the circumstance that it reproduces LIFE’s illustrations in its own columns with a large degree of regular- ity. But the intellectual side of our rural contemporary is evidently developed at the expense of its morals, for it renders us no credit for the pretty children of our fancy thus adopted. How would the Rural New Yorker feel if Lire were to reproduce that picture of a “Self Operating Valve for Watering Troughs,” or its article upon “ The Inbreeding of the Guano” that appeared in last week's issue of the Rural New Yorker, without giving credit therefore ? HIS is the season of the year when the New Yorker, from the high- est to the lowest, invests his money to “improve the breed of American race-horses,” which is the ostensible and legal reason for which all our racing associations exist. The method to bring about this lofty result is to book your bets or to buy mutual pools. And it is a consoling thought that, in thus improving the breed of race- horses, you incidentally improve the breed of book-makers and pool-sellers. It is a consoling reflection if you are obliged to wear your old clothes, that these book-makers and gamblers are enabled, by reason of your desire to elevate the horse, to dress in purple and fine linen and fare sumptuously every day. You are right; there is no cloud without a silver lining. . . . OW that the Chicago convention is over and the crowd gone home the Chicago News asserts that R. B. Hayes, of Ohio, was one of the delegates. The Mews, some- how, reminds one of the prying individual who finally dis- covered that the great pyramid had a mummy inside. E here record our conviction that our illustrated and humorous contemporary, Lire, is one of the most elegant, witty and delightful publications of the periodical press. Its illustrations are of tip-top quality.— The Sun, Thank you! T= red-headed girl says that every time she sees a white horse she always looks for a fool. . . . OUR FRESH AIR FUND Before After UR cartoon this week tells an unvarnished tale. Its object is to assist our readers in realizing the good their subscriptions are doing. Every three dollars we receive means that another little child is taken from the hot, unwholesome strect and from his yet more unwholesome tenement and sent out into the fresh air for two weeks of country life, No commissions or salaries of any kind come out of it, Every dollar goes directly to the purpose. Every fraction of a dollar means a fraction of a child. Fifty cents may represent, if desirable, a pair of lungs, or one dollar a pair of legs; and what better purpose can a dollar serve than by sending a pair of grimy, thin, half-nourished little human legs into the country to frisk in clover? Their proprietor may be unconscious of the debt he owes you, but you will have made him, or her, very happy, and have rendered a lasting benefit. Do not forget that three dollars will send a whole child! Previously acknowledged . $848.30 In Memory of Three Little Brothers 25,00 Mary and Elizabeth 6.00 Esks i 3 3.00 With no Signature 2.00 R. Buffalo 6.00 12.00 5.00 27.00 3.00 6.00 10.00 6.00 1.00 3.00 12,00 3.00 6.00 “Hard Brick” Fred Field ; G. E. W. and M. Fw, ML. T. Countryman Roxbury HST. J.C. B. , Masters C. Roy Bangs a and Richard M. Jesup . Bo. -_ ‘i From Massachusetts E.GJ.. With no Signature. G.N.W. ECG ALB, Tig W. WE BAL. ‘The Three R's 's Mrs. P. J. L.S “St. Bernard” Total, comicbooks.com