Life — April 18, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE END OF LENT. (A WorLDLy view.) EW suits and bonnets, General relief. Exit low diet, Enter roast beef. . . Viger probably stands for April in the Zodiac because the bull is an uncertain animal to deal with. At any rate, it must be admitted that the weather un- ¢~ der the new administration has PY not been at all creditable this month. What with the alternate demands for his ulster and a ‘| blazer during the last two or \ three weeks, the life of the New Yorker has scarcely been worth | living. . . * | I* is to be hoped that all would-be Presidents of the United States are keeping a scrap- book these days, and pasting in it such newspaper clippings as record the fun General Harrison is having with the offices It is doubtless pleasant to be a dog with a nice bone, but to be the curator of a limited number of bones, and to be beset by a hungry, howling pack, is a different species of situation, Mr. Harrison should be thankful to the Senate for sharing with him some of the attention of the gentlemen who think they know how the offices should be distributed. A great deal of valuable time and newspaper space has been occupied by the denunciations hurled by Mr. Halstead’s friends at the Senate which might have been devoted, under different: circum- ‘s, to raising the temperature of the White House. . . . stan T is painful that Harvard should decline to row Columbia this year, but the blue and white college has only herself to thank for being left out. Her representatives have rowed not wisely, but too well. When the crimson has met the blue and white it has had to hump itself, and sometimes its best has not been good enough. But the crew that Harvard wants to best is the Yale crew. If the annual preliminary brush with Columbia lessens her chances of downing Cook's men, she does well to give it up. To say that she is under a moral obligation to row with Colum- bia is all nonsense. As for Columbia, she should not be left without a foeman worthy of her oar, If Harvard can’t afford to row with her, perhaps Yale can. The dark blue college is good enough on the water to make a race with at a pinch. . . . RAWING to its close is the Lenten quarantine. Next Sunday is Easter, and Fashion draws her bow again to let drive at Folly as she flies. Blessed are those archers whose bow-strings have really had a forty days’ rest. They will be the better qualified for the pursuit and slaugh- ter of fresh game. More fortunate still are those to whom Easter brings even a suspicion that Folly, af- ter all, is not the noblest quarry that it is given to mankind to chase. “I al- knew my doll was stuffed with sawdust,” an eminent worldling said the other day, “but now the sawdust ts beginning to run out.” Persons who are not conscious of the possession of souls which might have been benefited by a reasonable observance of Lent may still re- gret that they did not patronize the Lenten season for their livers’ sake. comicbooks.com