Life — April 17, 1890 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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

THE KINDERGARTEN. NDER the palms at Smithson’s ball In a corner dim of the lamplit hall, I sat with Smithson’s daughter Louise, a bud not out of her teens, An innocent babe who didn't know beans, So I went to work and taught her. Lesson first was a tender look Into eyes as clear as a limpid brook, Lesson two was the bliss Of pressing fingers that scarcely stirred, Lesson third was a whispered word, And lesson fourth was a kiss. And would you believe it, so well she learned That when from the card room I returned, Rage almost turned me yellow, For there she sat on the very same seat, With her angel face and her blushes sweet, Being taught by another fellow. AL. E. S. OUTH MISSOURI PREACHER: Now, J my brethren, having disposed of that ar lyin’ hypocritical cuss, who runs the Methodist Church across the way, I'll continue my dis- f FROM THE EIFFEL 1 UWEn. She: JOWN, WHAT 18 THAT TALL THING RISING OVER THERE IN THE DIRECTION or THe RUE DE R1voLt? course on “' peace on earth, good will to men.” He (who has traveled): 1 MUST BE OUR HOFET. BILL. I (ARTIFICIAL ICE FACTORY.) NO DANGER OF AN ICE FAMINE. Visitor : YoU MANUFACTURE EXCELLENT ICE, BUT I SEE NO MACHINERY, How po YoU GET THE TEMPERATURE SO LOW ? Proprietor : SS-S1-! 1 MIRE A BEACON STREET BOSTONIAN TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR ON THE PREMISES EVERY DAY, comicbooks.com