Life — March 7, 1889 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

*LIFE-: WHY THE HEMP PARTY WAS A FAILURE. TOO FRIVOLOUS. The Philosopher's Wife: LIONEL, WHICH DO YOU CONSIDER OF THE GREATEST IMPORTANCE OF THE FINAL QUESTIONS OF LIFE, THE “HAVE BEEN” OR THE “(MIGHT HAVE BEEN?” The Philosopher (sadly): THE COAL BIN, A REVISED VERSION. H, my love is like a red, red rose In the winter o’ the year; And that, as every lover knows, Is very, very dear. Anna M. Pratt. A GROSS LIBEL. HO is that?” “It’s Dr. Parley, who preached that heavenly bacchanalian sermon last Sunday.” A BAD ERRAND. R. GIBBS (meeting his son late at night): Where are you going at this time of night, John? On no good errand, I'll warrant. Joun: No, sir; I was going to look for you. HE theatrical manager is known by the company he keeps. A TALE OF THE WESTERN BORDER. 141 comicbooks.com