Life — December 26, 1889 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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

A POE-'EM OF PASSION. ‘T was many and many a year ago, On an island near the sea, That a maiden lived whom you mightn't know By the name of Cannibalee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than a passionate fondness for me. . I was a child, and she was a child— Tho’ her tastes were adult Feejee— But she loved with a love that was more than love, My yearning Cannibalee ; With a love that could take me roast or fried Or raw, as the case might be. And that is the reason that long ago, In that island near the sea, I had to turn the tables and eat My ardent Cannibalee — Not really because I was fond of her, But to check her fondness for me. But the stars never rise but I think of the size Of my hot-potted Cannibalee, And the moon never stares but it brings me nightmares Of my spare-rib Cannibalee ; And all the night-tide she is restless inside, Is my still indigestible dinner-belle bride, In her pallid tomb, which is Me, In her solemn sepulchre, Me. C.F. Lummis. Wye A NATURAL MISTAKE. ‘GETTYSBURG ?” “Non; ZA VOURTH OF ZULY.” A CHRISTMAS NIGHTMARE. = = = He WENT TO BED HEAVILY LADEN WITH XMAS PUDDING, AND WITH A ait TH horseshoe is simply stupid as an FULL OF HIGHWAY ROBNERS, AS SANTA CLAUS WAS EXPECTED ABOUT THAT TiME, emblem of good luck. It's mighty poor THE ABOVE COMBINATION 18 ONLY A NATURAL RESULT. . luck that can’t make both ends meet. 1 comicbooks.com