Life — June 19, 1890 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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ONE SOUL SAVED. Do you THINK YOU HAVE FULLY saveo MR. Tippee? Second Evangelist: Yes, wNDEED, 1 HAVE PRAYED WITH HIM, AND SANG FOR HIM, AND READ TO HIM UNTIL HE HAS RECOME SO CONVERTED THAT HE IS GOING TO GET A DIVORCE PROM HIS WIFE AND MARRY ME. WHAT THE PROVINCES READ. Special to the Bugle. New York, June 1s. (CCHAUNCEY M. DEPEW is nothing if not democratic. He dines out every night, and always rides to his destination on the top of a Fifth avenue omnibus, 1 shared the box seat with him the other night, and he gave the driver a piece of silver to let him drive. Ashe jumped lightly down in front of Vanderbilt's brown stone cas- kets I asked the driver if he knew who the gentleman was. “Sure, sir,” was Jehu's reply; ‘The ribbons come handy to him. Forepaugh, the circus man, himself!" Our own Prince of Wits heard him, and called back to me with instant readiness : Dear boy, never for the world mention this faux pas.” ‘The ‘bus rolled along to the accompaniment of a roar of irrepressible laughter from the inside passengers. Isn't it auld . . * GROVER CLEVELAND gets stouter every day. He always walks through the great hall of the Equitable building, from William street to Broadway, on his way home at night, and is sure to stop near lame Jerry, who runs the boot-blacking stand in the corridor. The darkey is inordinately vain of his customer, and has had a huge chair built expressly to accommodate the widening seating surface of the ex-Pres- ident. It is painted brightly in red, white and blue. Jerry says Mr. Cleveland wears ordinary calf-skin, congress gaiters, with stout soles, and seems fond of old ones. He watches Jerry at work with stolid indifference, but always gives him a dime for the job, though the regular price is five cents. It costs something to be a celebrity. . * * OUR Gotham aristocracy has allthe haughtiness ofthe old Faubourg St. Germaine, in the days of the ancient regimé. It will not admit a man for his wealth, but it stands by him if his fortunes are low. At a reception at ex-Secretary Whitney's the other night, Mayor Hugh J. Grant, whose father kept a saloon, was introduced to a clever looking young fellow, whose family is one of the oldest in the State, but who is, forced toearn a living as a newspaper man, ‘The paper man turned his back haughtily. ‘The Mayor demanded to know the meaning of the insult. “Two years ago,” said the other coldly, ‘you refused me a reporter's pass to a hanging, on the ground that they had all been given out. I decline to know you on the ground that I know politicians enough already." * There are many ways of getting even in this world, * * . THE present head of our first family, who signs him- self plain ‘ Mr. Astor,” is one of the most domestic ofmen, He dotes on his children, the youngest of whom cannot walk. Often on warm, bright mornings, he may be seen leading the eldest by the hand, and pushing the other in its gorgeous perambulator, on the Fifth avenue side of Central Park, This wonderful baby carriage is of yellow sandal-wood, with trimmings of solid silver, and upholstered in yellow satin covered with the richest point lace, and saturated with the bewildering perfume of attar of roses. On the circular satin awning are embroidered the arms of the family—a beaver with a flute in its mouth, rampant on a gold field, with a Dutch motto, which translated from the original means ‘* The squatter corrals the unearned increment.” When out with his little ones Mr. Astor always gives a dollar to every beggar who First Chicagoan: 1 WEAR YOU HAVE ASSIGNED ALL. YOUR PROPERTY OVER TO YOUR WIFE. Second Chicagoan: YES; SOME TIME AGO T sUB- SCRIBED FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS TO THE WoRLD'S Fair, AND I NOW HEAR THE COMMITTEE ARE GO! TO TRY TO COLLECT THE CONTRIBUTION. comicbooks.com