Life — July 9, 1891 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

* LIFE: “Wile there's Life there's Hope.’ VOL. XVIII. JULY oth, 1891. No. 445. 28 West Twenty-THIRD Street, New York. Published every Thursday $5.00 a year inadvance, postage free. Single copies ro cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to thisoffice. Vol. L,, bound, $30.00; Vol. IT., bound, $15.00. Back numbers, one year old, 20 gents per copy. Vols, IIT. to XVi., inclusive, bound or in flat numbers, at $5.00 per volume ; Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. Subscribers wishing address changed will greatly facilitate matters by sending old address as well as new. VERYONE. is glad that Dr. Depew is on his way to Europe as usual, instead of languishing in a prison cell. Even Mr. Flower, who promises to be the ic candidate for Governor this an hardly be so anxious to have Mr. Demoe: Fall, Depew out of harm's way as to wish to have him locked up. We doubt if any one but Mr. Nicoll was disappointed in the ac- quittal of the New Haven directors. CORNELL. though curiously second-rate in football and base-ball, is very good on the water. Our own Columbia doesn’t seem to trouble her, and she has some right to feel underclassed in the aquatic circle in which she She wants to row Yale and Harvard, but they don’t It's distinctly a case of everything to don’t care to beat her, and they are both warmly opposed to letting her beat them. Perhaps time will make things better for Cornell, and mean- while she has a great chance to show her excellence in To know that you can whip a rival and yet be allowed only to bite your thumb at him is as thoroughly ¢ a philosophic spirit as any discipline we moves want to row with hei lose and nothing to philosophy. calculated to crea know of. boat-races cost a vast amount of trouble, and a great deal of money. It is natural enough in this utilitarian age to enquire whether they pay. We believe that y do pay as well as anything does that is mundane. Effort seems to be of value to the world, more or less irrespective of its immediate results, The races who struggle become great nations. The races who do not ha ruggle do not de- velop their latent strength, and are not apt to amount to much. To get things too easily is ruinous. Converse! work like a nailer and get no more substantial benefit than glory, at the best, must in the nature of things be wholesome. Sverything pays that tends to improve men, whether itis in intellect, morals, or physique. Nothing else does pay. Boat racing and athletic com- petitions help to develop the qualities that make winners and to promote the con- sideration of those qualities by great numbers of people. They physical qualities alone. ve to . . . ND, speaking of winners, what are Boston and her Burgess going to do about our Gloriana ? That little ship has a certain swift- ness about her which is teaching a thing or two to naval architects. As a ship-building people we are coming ahead, and if we only had as much brains in our Congress as we have in our ship-yards, Americans might have a chance to make their voyages in vessels of American build. * * is an unlucky thing for Irish Home Rule that Mr, Parnell’s marriage seems so unlikely to shattered influence. Great leaders are scarce in all parties, and the Home Rulers have had very limited success in "F developing one in Mr. Parnell’s place. The difficulty among the Irish- men is not entirely unlike tha own dear Democrats, save that Mr. Parnell gave his followers a reason for no further loyalty, while Mr. Cleveland has of- fended nothing except the customary asininity of his party. In both cases a number of small fry are trying to succeed the natural leader, and so far without any decisive results. There be evil-minded persons of course who would carry the parallel yet further and liken Dave Hill to the pestiferous ‘Tim Healy. In England, where morals count for so much, Parnell will likely go down; and here, where brains and honesty in politics count for so little, Mr. Cleveland may but we won't prophes: =. mend _ his of our * * W E_ felicitate Dr. Hale, of Boston, on having sold a story, the purchasers of which . are making his lineaments as familiar to Boston newspaper readers as those of Lydia Pinkham and Douglas the shoe man. This is success. comicbooks.com