Life, 1891-03-26 · page 16 of 22
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AN UNEXPECTED LOCKOUT. G 51194 Hypyggwne eve fy |’so Ht GRADUATES ! av ret Dts Confident Traveler: SAV, DAME, JIST GIT ME SUTHIN' TER EAT AN? GIT IT QUICK. | SEE? His Majesty (on a morning walk about his premises): SO Me's GOT MERE AT Last! I EXPECTED AS MUCH, BUT HE MUST GO; HE CAN'T MAKE A NEW Yorx OF tis PLACE! A DUET. “Ee Shades met on the silver side of a cloud. Their voices were ] broken sadness in the universal chorus of Shades, . “Do you remember?” sang he, in a minor key, “Shall I ever forget?" wailed she, as she stubbed her toe against the ragged edge of the cloud. “He sighed retrospectively. Instinctively she essayed to assume a coquettish air. He pulled in an absent-minded way at the place where (As she pulls the shutter): “Tuer nore tum — his cuffs used to be. BURGLARS CUT IN THET SHUTTER COMES IN RIGHT “ By the way—I never told you that I loved you—did 1?” HARDY: “No; you never got as far as that.” A sigh. “You were so evasive!" “Was 1?" “Ahem! I wonder how it would seem to hold bands—in spirit!” “It would be a trifle—er—intangible—don’t you think ?” “And as for a spirit kiss "—— * Let's talk of something cheerful. Have you met the devil yet?” “Yes; Jones introduced us. He was always a particular friend of Jones. “T only knew him slightly.” “ By the way—have you an engagement for this evening? “No; none. You know I only came a day or so ago.” | “What do you say to a moonlight boat ride on the Styx?” “Should be charmed—but I didn’t bring my yachting cap—and—will there be a party?” “Oh,no! Only Charon. He's going over on business. Dante, Petrarch, and a lot of other swells give a bachelors’ dinner. He's going after some spice for the Lethe punch.” “ That's a very much overrated drink.” FRELLER'S CELL, NEITHER.” “Itis so, Milton himself rarely touches it.” TARTS. THE SHUTTER ON TI FER THE CONSTAR' comicbooks.com