Life — December 26, 1889 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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And cursed be critic who shall unto me deny The guerdon of me earnest essay. Weighed down by weight of youthful years It is no gentle task to leap full-armored To the acme of success, but—— Guost oF HENRY: Rats! MANSFIELD: Prate not to me of rats Nor yet mention the frightful doom Of one McGinty. Me heart is set, And by me George, me gyarter and me craown, I swear I shall succeed. THE Guosts: Dat's right! Go it while ye’re young. MANSFIELD: And I will! Old heads look out! There may be flaws on Richard's art to-day, But look ye to the future when upon your tombs. “Here lies an actor” shall be writ. Then Mansfield's name shall blazoned be In six-sheet posters through the land. [Weird effect of mingled green, red, and blue lights, de~ vised by Mr. Mansfield. He, the ghosts, and the murderers join hands and dance to the music of Beethoven's Pathetigue.”) E are compelled to defer our notice of the triumphant success of Mr. Daly’s company in “ As You Like It.” ae “SHE TOOK THE FIRST TRAIN TO ALBANY.” UIZZLER: What are you doing now ? SCRIBBLER: I am writing Senator Boodle's autobi- ography. AT A PREMIUM. Mr. C. Welles Buck; 1 ste THE EDITOR OF Strife OFFERS A THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR AN IDEA, Mr. H., Jocelyn Krymper : BEGGARLY SMALL, BAH Jove! I’D—AW—GIVE THAT FOR ONE MYSELF. comicbooks.com