Life — August 23, 1888 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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REFLECTIONS, A TOPER that we wot of, who, strange to say, loves church papers next to rum, lately found in the Church Times a paragraph to which he points with glee and renewed courage. It quotes the report of one Dr. Isambert Owen, ‘Secretary of the Investigating Com- mittee of the British Medical Association,” who sheds an unexpected glow upon the effects of the drink habit, to wit : “Dr. Owen states that having examined into the history of 4,234 deceased lives of twenty-five years and upwards, the committee found that the average age at the time of death was in the case of the habit- ually temperate, 62.13 years; careless drinkers, 50.67; free drinkers, $7.59; decidedly intemperate, 52.03; total abstainers, 51.22.” Ta view of the dispotition of the abstainers to arrogate to them- selves exaggerated length of days as one of the rewards of self-denial, Dr. Owen's statement is full of unexpected interest. That the habit- ually temperate should live the longest need surprise no one; but that the decidedly intemperate should outlive the total abstainers by nearly a year is a surprise. The natural inference is either that total abstinence is a dangerous form of excess, or that Dr, Owen has been misquoted. * * . OLO u ties. FIELD'S narrative of Mr. C. A. Dana's solitary hack- ride in Milwaukee is pronounced apocryphal by good authori- It is true that Mr, Dana visited the breweries and other points of interest in Milwaukee, but he made the rounds—not in a hack— but on a bicycle, If Colonel Field had ever been to New York the figure of the Editor of the Sun, riding his bicycle up Broadway after his day’s work, would have been familiar to him, and he would not have made this display of ignorance. . . . R, MATTHEW MARSHALL has devoted several columns of a newspaper to a demonstration of the interesting opinion that the heirs to great fortunes are more likely to add to them than to dissipate them. He cites many well-known names to prove that the old maxim that held it to be three generations from shirt-sleeves to shirt-sleeves, is a myth, and avers that though small fortunes paralyze ambition, great fortunes stimulate. Just where the line is to be drawn Mr. Marshall omits to indicate, but after reading his article, a careful parent, who has his son's wel- fare intelligently at heart will hardly be willing to leave him less than ten millions, . . . ovr old friend Colonel Ingersoll avers that the fact that Mr. Bohan, of Long Island, gouged out his wife's eyes is due to another of those mistakes of Moses, and he asks that every woman Hel DDG HH RETURNING FROM THE HONEYMOON. Mrs, Young: WON'T YOU PUT AWAY YOUR PAPER NOW, AND TALK FOR A WHILE, Jack? Mr. Young: Yes, My Love, Just watt TILL We GET TO THE TUNNE! who is dissatisfied with her husband shall have a di ce without question or expense. “If there was no law,” reasons the Colonel, ‘no one would break it, so there would be no sin, and, consequently, no misery.” Clever man, that Colonel ! * . . GENATOR EDMUNDS and Editor Bunner are reported to have adopted the flannel shirt. In summers heretofore Mr. Edmunds has found a simple coat of sawdust as good as anything to keep him from melting. It is understood that neither he nor Mr. Bunner have yielded yet to the fascinations of the sash. comicbooks.com