Life — December 27, 1888 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

-LIFE: AN EXPLANATION. E PEYSTER: Deah boy, why have waitahs-so deuced little self-respect ? Is it tips, 1 wonder ? Van HoRN: Tips are right enough, old man; but no fellah that regulahly weahs evening dress before six o'clock can maintain his self-respect. < THEIR FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH THAT SORT OF a THING. SAME THING FOR THE LAST FIFTY YEARS, AND I'VE BEEN KEEPING FOR HIM EVER SINCE! FURBISHING UP THE HOUSE. s¢ Tet painting,” explained the art dealer to Mr. Hay- seed and his wife, “is the work of Rosa Bonheur, and is called * The Horse Fair.’" “By gum!" said Mr. Hayseed to his wife, “I'm a good mind to buy one if it don’t cost too much. How thet picter would please the children!” ~ $ THE REIGN OF LAW. OULDERING fires were consuming him when he met her—his lost one—at a party in Chicago, and his eye burned with the blue glare of a lamp-wick from which the sap of the oil of human kindness has utterly dried. “Ha!” he cried, “you left: me—you w-who p-p-promised to love me_ until d-d-d—" “Yes, until divorce,” she re- plied, calmly. ‘Now, don’t be ridiculous, or I'll send for a po- liceman. Please remember that this is the nineteenth century.” comicbooks.com