Life — August 9, 1888 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- 81 V4 the poorer a family becomes the more dogs they accumu- late, and that they always have a litter of mongrel puppies from which to bestow gifts. Many sensible men keep soprano-voiced terriers, with the belief that they will give better notice of the approach of burglars than larger dogs would. This belief has a con- siderable basis of fact, and many a man, through the warn- ing bark, has been able to crawl under the bed and save a valuable life which might otherwise have been lost. Once more, reader mine, you learn that using the gifts of observation Nature has given you, you will find in this apparently commonplace world much of instruction and improvement, Metcalfe. AN ENJOYABLE TIME. SEE in the papers, Miss Boylston,” remarked Mr. Lakeside, of Chicago, “that Mr. Lowell, of your city, was given a dinner by London authors.” “Indeed?” replied Miss Boylston, with a slight cough, I hope the dinner enjoyed him.” ¢ L CHOOSING THE LFSSER EVIL. FFICE BOY (fo edttor): Raere’s a female book-agent outside, sir, an’ a re? -yed man what wants to whip de editor. ne EDITOR: Well, show. the man what wants to whip the editor in. “cs REFLECTIONS. HEREAS, this journal has from time to time heretofore been the scene of sundry disparaging expressions as to the novels of Mr. Howells—albeit such expressions have never been penal, but always reformatory in their purpose—it is proper here to state that parts of ** Annie Kilbourne” are decidedly readable, and that a rumor comes from the western part of this State that sensitive readers have shown symptoms of tears over some things in the last instalment. There is a minister in the story who might be put in as documentary evidence that Mr. Howells has really got valuable ideas out of Tolstoi. There are rumors, too, that Mr. James has also improved, and that his latest works are edifying. It will be a proud day for Lire when both these gifted gentlemen, scourged from their maleficent theories, are found humbly putting in their sturdiest licks for the entertainment of their brethren, rn ) * Tree time of our going to press, there has been no positive indication that Elliot Shepard has heard of the death of Mr. Courtland Palmer. Colonel Shepard is understood to be at Bar Harbor, where, perhaps, he is too busy to canvass the pretensions of Mr. Palmer to enter ‘the newspaper Heaven.” At all events, the Mail and Express has had nothing abnormal about him, his club, or his funeral. Indeed, Mr. Palmer must have been gratified if he could have been spared to read his own obituaries, A great many people and newspapers, to whom his opinions and religious preferences were obnoxious, found the kindest things to say of him, and accorded a sincere recognition to the usefulness of his labo: The attitude of his contemporaries toward him seems to be explained by a paragraph in the Sua, which records that— “He was a man who always showed the utmost respect for the faith of the adherents of every creed, and never indulged in ridicule comicbooks.com