Life — June 18, 1891 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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

VOLUME XVII. NUMBER 442. Fresh Fish: HELLO, RASTUS, WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE ME FOR DINNER TO-DAY ? Uncle Rastus : DAT ALL RIGHT, HONEY ; WHEN I WANT YERS, TLL DROP YERS A LINE, A WORD WITH THE GRADUATE. HE young man who is now bidding adieu to his Alma Mater has LiFe’s warmest congratulations upon his present glory, and LiFe’s deepest sympathy for the struggle to come. We do not refer to the millionaire’s son, of whom little is expected, and who, as a tule, will just about fulfill the expectations, but to the young man who has his own way to make in the world. This young man usually steps out into the arena with the feeling that fame and fortune are lying in wait and will pounce on him from the nearest corner. This is an error. Fame and fortune are many blocks away, going rapidly in the other direction, and hotly pursued by an eager and experienced crowd. You will simply join this crowd. HAVING THE ADVANTAGE OF HIM. R. HOY POLLOY (extending his hand): Howdy do; don’t you remember me—Hoy Polloy ? Mr. HAULTON: Oh—er, yes—Polloy—unusual name—/hat stuck ; but your face is such a common one it really escaped me, you know. HAPPIE: Mawn, Cholly. How's Pelham to day ? CHOLLY: Vewy low, deah boy, He was attacked by a second and more seveah ideah lawst night, and he’s dweadful weak to-day. comicbooks.com