Life — December 11, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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

AT PHILADELPHIA, Miss Walnut: Her comes MR. BRoxstox neiixp Us, NEVER ALLUDE TO HIS FAMILY ? Miss Spruce : Who ts He, ANYWay?) Wi) pors HF Why, He NEVER HAD ANY! He's From New Yorx, of intellect. But really to live a well-poised, wholesome life, with proper consideration for yourself, and your neighbor, and your enemy, demands a sterner creed (or, what is truer, perhaps, better nerves) than is fostered by the hysterical imaginings of a self-satisfied young woman like Sidney. Droch. HE poet who “ breathed a song into the air" established a precedent which might wisely be followed by many of our contemporary singers. “THOU WRETCHED, RASH, INTRUDING FOOL, — FARE- WELL.” —MMamlet. BEHIND WITH HIS RENT. DITOR (0 Poet): Waat is your ad- dress ? PorT: on you. Epitor: How so? Poet: If you take this poem my address will remain 4894 East 942d Street; if you don’t take it, I won't have any address. That depends DAYS, RARE AND DONE. H ARRY: Was it Longfellow who wrote * What is so rare as a day in June"? Ep1tH : Oh, no; Long- fellow wrote “The Day is Done.” A MILITARY BALL—A bullet. comicbooks.com