Life — January 1, 1891 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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AT FEIGORS AT NLL MYSTERIOUS, mingling of light and shade, Art trees and rocks, or a face ? An ancient ruin, a rippling stream, Or the scion of some lost race ? Unsolved riddle, I give thee up— Pray pardon me, did I laugh ? It’s far too much for my feeble mind, This amateur photograph.—Outing. DeMILtE, the playwright, was dining with a party of gentlemen a few evenings ago, when one of the number, who had taken more wine than was good for his wits, became obnoxiously talkative. Efforts were made in many delicate ways to call the offender to order, but they seemed only to incite him to increased chatter. Finally, when it be- came apparent that the party must either put a stop to the foolish fellow’s talk, or take an adjournment, Mr. DeMille turned to him and asked if he had heard the latest parrot story. The gabbler said he had not. “You won't take offense if I tell it 2” ‘LIFE: “* How can I 2" asked the victim, innocently. “+ Assure me that you will not think I mean to make any personal application, and I will tell it,” said the dramatist. “Of course I won't,” and the offender gave the floor and his eager attention to Mr. DeMille. “Well,” said the playwright, ‘the parrot sat upon his perch in one corner of the room. A bull-dog, anew-comer in the household, lay in another corner. “++ S.susick ‘em,’ said the parrot, ‘s-s-sick "em, Tige!” “The new dog bounded to his feet and looked for something to seek, but, finding nothing, lay down again. “The t'clambered down from his perch, and waddled across to where the dog was lying. +4 S.s.sick 'em, Tige,’ he said again. “This time Tige found something to seek. He pounced upon the parrot, tore him, shook him, and boxed him about, until the poor bird was well nigh dead, When the dog had been called off, the parrot labored up to his perch, looked about the floor where his beautiful feathers lay scattered, scanned himself minutely, noted his one remain- ing tail-feather, and said : **T know what's the matter with me : I talk too blamed much.’” The dinner went on without further interruption. |‘The preparatory denial of personal application had done its work, and done it delicately and well.—Analostan Magazine, ETHEL (ambitious); What would youdoif you hada voice like mine? Maun (spiteful): I'd try to put up with it.—New York Herald. OAKLEY’S | Fair Skin - as Soft as Silk. writes: “1 A Kansas Girl on Horseback sj .211 my time in the open air in the saddle, on the prairie, and in spite of the sharp western winds, my skin is as soft as silk, and as fair as any one could wish—all due to Packer's Tar Soap, which I have user for years, and consider the finest TABLE FURNITURE, » JOHN MASON, 246 FIFTH AVE., NEW YORK, FORMERLY WITH TIFFANY & CO., Heliotrope Sachet OAKLEY’S Handkerchief Extracts ( thing for the complexion." Having completed his stock ot Table Furniture for the coming season, is prepared to show the newest examples of the Silver- smiths’ and Glasscutters’ Art, in both ordinary and unique shapes, the designs of many being entirely original and produced under his personal supervision. Packer's Tar Soap is pure, mild and curative. A luzury for Bath and Shampoo. It soothes while it cleanses, Are of acknowledged Superiority. A Pretty Box of Two - Bottles 114 ounce size, makes a Reasonable and Acceptable Holi- day Gift. OAKLEY'S QUEEN COLOGNE. HAVE YOU TRIED ““Whiting’s Standard Writing Paper and Envelopes” made by Whiting Paper Co., Holyoke, Mass.? You will find them the best for correspondence and all the uses of polite \ society. Cream and Azure, rough and smooth finish, all sizes. Ask your stationer for ‘‘ Whiting Standard.” JOHN MASON, 246 FIFTH AVE. NEW YORK. © HELIO-VIOLET sachet powper- For Sale by all Dealers. comicbooks.com