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23 Bi NE! ae “While there's Life there’s Hope.” VOL, XIV. SEPTEMBER 5, 1889. No. 349. 28 West Twenty-THIrD Street, New York. ddvance, postage free. Single Published every Thursday, $5.00 a year t ‘ applying ¢e, to this office. Vol. gorice, 10 cents, jack sumbers can be had bound, spo; vor I1., bound, $10.00; vie es EX Res , bound, or ia flat numbers, a Rejected x Xl. and 3 will be destroyed unless ‘accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. Subscribers wishing address changed will greatly facilitate matters by sending old address as well as new. NOTHER American girl is said to have published her disposition toward a foreign prince. The prince wants to marry her, so it is said, and she is willing. Her father is a very generous gentlemen of amazingly adequate circum- stances. He said, as he took ship for Europe, that he didn’t know anything about the story except what the newspapers had told him. No doubt his consent will be regarded by the young people as almost indispensably useful; if he doesn’t give it the match may be off—if it has really been on— wherefore Lire prefers not to disclose the names of the parties until the halo of certainty circles more visibly around the reports. T is simply disgusting that American girls with wealthy parents should marry these titled gentlemen. Not that the titled are always such bad fellows, though of those who hunt fortunes the less that is expected the better. Nor is the objection mainly one of expense. Such Americans as Mr. Mackay, or Mr. Huntington, or the estate of the late Mr. Caldwell, can include a prince or two in their families and never feel it. The trouble is that in the lady's case it is a swapping of her birthright for a mess of pottage, and one, too, that is all too liable to prove long of mess and egre- giously short of pottage. Of what account is it to her that Thomas Jefferson perspired, and our other forefathers fought and bled in the Revolution to be quit of titles and class distinctions? Silly creature, with the substance well in hand she flings herself after the shadow. For a woman who is born a princess there is excuse; for a woman raised in a country where princes are the fashion, who yields to in- ducements and marries one, there is something to be said; but American girls who allow themselves to be snapped up by one of those mazyres should be taught to look abroad for all their triumphs. For such dames who wipe off from their shoes our rich American soil, top-dressed with liberty, no extenuation that we can conceive of should be accepted as adequate. Drat them! Let them live abroad ! . . . A interesting discussion prevails more or less in the daily press as to whether Editor Dana, of the Sum, or Editor Cockerill, of the IVor/d, is the more industrious edi- torial worker. It is alleged, and we believe without contra- diction, that Editor Cockerill works from morning until night on the World, while Editor Dana works on the Sun from morning till late in the afternoon. On the other hand it is asserted that Editor Dana works like Sam ,Hill while he is at it, and doubt is expressed whether Editor Cockerill works so hard. No one seems to have considered that the difference of tools should be regarded in such a discussion. If Editor Dana, for example, works with a fine-tooth comb to keep rubbish out of the Sux, while Colonel Cockerill performs a similar office for the World with a garden rake, no com- parison of value could be made as to the strenuousness of these two forms of labor, because their quality is so different. Another thing that would have to be known before a real comparison could be made is how much of Colonel Cocker- ill’s time is occupied daily in persuading Colonel Pulitzer to continue in.command of the IVor/d's Paris Bureau, and how great an inroad in Chairman Dana's office hours is made by expeditions in search of a site for the World's Fair. It seems impossible to come to any conclusion about the labor of these editors except by considering what it produces. By their fruits we must know them. . . . HE appearance of the President's hat is explained by the fact that an admirer sat on it.— From a Recent Associated Press Dispatch, When, oh when, men and brethren, will an analogous fact rise up and explain the disappearance of Baby McKee! O far as can be determined from the present status of matters in the Behring Sea, the popular trip next winter will be to Montreal, for the Carnival, perhaps, but certainly for a new sealskin coat. Sealskins will be as cheap in Can- ada as American naval glories in Behring Sea. . - . RS, HELEN E. STARRETT claims to foresee the day when housework will be done by a syndicate, and there will be no more hired girls. Doubtless the thought of the abolition of the hired girl will be hailed with joy by thousands of mistresses, but not with more joy than the abolition of mistresses by thousands of hired girls. Mean- while, while the hired girl still remains “in our midst,” do- mestic peace might be promoted by opening of schools of diplomacy for mistresses. The great mistake that many mistresses seem to start with is that they have a natural right to the services of hired girls. If they can't enforce their right they feel injured and cheated. The sooner they realize that they have no such right, and the sooner they take steps to create some valid obligation for a possible hired girl to discharge the better for their comfort. comicbooks.com