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

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CAN NEVER AGREE. HE maid you meet in Fashion’s whirl, That you'd ne'er try to woo, Is just the very kind of girl Your mother picks for you. * * * ITH a discrimination rare to astronomers, the gen- , tleman who invented the Zodiac chose Cancer, or The Crab, as the sign of June. It was a }} happy thought to label so the month when the oyster is enjoy- ing his vacation, and the soft- taurant-keepers and to the depletion of the purse of the young man who buys occasional nourish- ment for his best girl. * * * NE block on Fifth Avenue is likely to lose its good reputation. The New York Club is‘already on one of its corners, the Manhattan Club is likely to locate on the other, and between them they will have Ortgies. * * * “LP HERE is one good thing about New York's Irishmen. They are so busy filling political offices and squabbling over the vacancies that they haven't time to be butchering each other after the manner of their Chicago compatriots. * * * Wittx doctors disagree the result is usually a benefit, but it is difficult to see what good is to come from & y the disagreement between Dr. Chauncey Depew, the orator, and Dr. Towne, the provider of solid facts. In fact there is a distinct loss. Hereafter, the genial and popular gentleman whose name has become a household word in every edi- torial room in the country, can never introduce anything but the airiest persiflage into his speeches without some hyper- critical person's wondering who supplied him with his in- formation. E have already mentioned in these columns the Welch Memorial Fund, to which many readers of LIFE have since contributed. We are happy to say that several thousand dollars have been received by those in charge, and it is to be hoped there are many more to come. Mr. Welch was a constant contributor to the columns of LIFE, and to several other papers, dictating jokes, conversations, and humorous paragraphs to his wife almost to the hour of his death. He was a hero in the best meaning of the word, and maintained to the last a cheerful spirit. Prostrated with a painful and incurable disease, he worked with rest- less energy during the many weary months preceding his death, that his wife and four little children might not be dependent upon others. The object of the fund is the edu- cation of these little ones. Subscriptions of any amount will be welcome, and may be sent to Mr. Edward P. Clark, editorial rooms of the Evening Post, New York. IN THE ARMS OF ANOTHER! I WILL FLY ERE THIS PASSION OF JEALOUSY GOADS ME TO VIOLENCE, Esquimau Lover: AU! THE FALSE ONE! * * * J v response to inquiries, candor has compelled Col. Eugene Field to admit not only that Mrs. Wheeler-Wilcox is not a typical Western woman, but that she has hoed her row in the West. The signiticance of having hoed one’s row is a Jittle obscure, but, all the same, candor will compel Colonel Field to wear a wig yet, “ef he don’t watch out!” * * * EORGE HENRY CALVERT, late of Newport, was the great-grandson of Lord Baltimore, and yet Gen- eral Harrison left him to perish without an office. comicbooks.com