Life — January 15, 1891 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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*LIFE: A DEFINITION. (¢AND what is shame?” I asked a hoary sage, He grimly smiled nor paused to ponder long, But gruffly answered, “Shame, my son, is what ‘We mortals feel whene’er our friends do wrong.” New York Herald. resent writer, then an editorial writer for the Chicago his work in the same room where Mr. Eugene Field wrote those graceful verses and irresistibly funny paragraphs which made the ‘ Sharps and Flats" column of that journal so eagerly sought for. Both occupants of the room were frequently subject to visits from ac- quaintances who chanced to be in the city for the day, so they contrived a number of practical jokes intended to increase the respect which some of these lay brethren had for newspaper writers in general, and for these two in particular. One day an acquaintance of Mr. Field's boyhood, a. tall, gangling-looking Missourian, came in and made himself known, After cordial greetings and a few moments of conversation, Mr. Field clapped his hand to his brow, assumed a wild expression, and speaking In 1884 the Daily News, di sharply to his room-mate as if he were an amanvensis, said: ‘Take this poem down.” nuensis cleared the deck of his desk for action, and Mr. Field to dictate a poem. It was a beautiful little lyric upon which he had devoted weeks of painstaking work, but he reeled it off as if it had just ped into his mind, and to increase the wonderment in the mind of fe guest, turned two or three times in the course of the dicta- tion, and chatted with him about their boyhood frolics. The eyes of the Missourian stood out in amazement, as, at the close of the dictation, the amanuensis read the charmingly finished poem, and Mr. Field in a tove of command, said : “Send it’ up to the printer. Paper.” i - : ‘The next morning the Missourian, proud of his acquaintance with so wonderful a man as Mr, Field had showed himself to be, read the poem, and set out to tell everybody who would listen how an inspired genius writes poetry.—Analostan Magazine, Have it put in to-morrow morning’s “Gracious, Miss Bickton,” exclaimed young Spt ins, who is a lingerer, “I hope you won't cough again in that way. You made me start. “Perhaps,” she murmured, ‘1 may be convinced that even coughs were not made in vain."—Washington Post. Bantes, they tell us, come from heaven, and in heaven we are“also told that there is no marrying nor giving in marriage. ‘It's aw mud- dle,” as Stephen Blackpool would say.—Boston Transcript. Fair Skin. - - as Soft as Silk. A Kansas Girl on Horseback rite; 2 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 Pa ir Soap, which I have used for years, and consider the finest thing for the complexion.” Ladies’ Round Hat The Dania, Packer's Tar Soap is pure, mild and curative. A luxury for Bath and Shampoo, It soothes while it cleanses, Palmer House, Chicago. CELEBRATED HATS, AD OAKLEY’S Handkerchief Extracts ARE OF ACKNOWLEDGED SUPERIORITY. and Bonnets and Umbrella. bet. aad and agd Sts., and 18: Broadway, near Cortlandt St. NEW YORK. 9t4 Chestnut St., Phila. $4 Agencies in all Principal Cities. Gold Medal Awarded, Paris Exposition, 18%. THE DELICIOUS Fragrance, refreshing coolness and soft beau- ty imparted to the skin by Pozzoni's Powcer commend it to all ladies. MERICAN «Comms CYCLES > ¢ To be in good form in your correspondence ? OAKLEY’S Queen Cologne. DO YOU DESIRE Use only the fine stationery manufactured by the Whiting Paper Co., ot Holyoke, Mass, 0 HELIO-VIOLET sacter powner- For Sale by all Dealers, correspondence Every dealer in stationery can supply you . with their goods. They are the finest made for high-class . Ask for Whiting’s Standard Papers. New York Factories, 150 and 152 Duane St. comicbooks.com