Life — December 31, 1891 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: A LAPSE OF MEMORY. “e H UMPH! It’s very clear that Lam not in the proper vein to-day,” growled Mr. Scribbler as he threw aside his pen and substituted a stumpy lead-pencil in its p! “What's the matter, now?” asked Mrs. Scribbler, as she left her ironing, to come to hi: “It’s only that Christmas Story I started to write for the Echo. \can't for the life of me ge: beyond the opening sentence. “Let me assistance. ¢ what you have written,” said his wife, as she looked over his shoulder and read from the paper on the table: ‘It was bitter cold. The poor little match girl, on the corner, shivered in the biting bl. y, that’s all right. Go on,” she said encouraging!y. “ But I can't seem to rememl strated Mr. Scribbler. “Let remon- me see! nd—and 23 drawing her rayged shaw! about her slender, irozen body, timidly offered her scanty stock of wares to the passers-by.” * That's it!" exclaimed the him and kissed her tenderly. I suppose I have written that thing hundreds of times, and thor as he drew his wife to “What a help you are, dear. yet [had utterly forgotten it.” SEEMED QUEER TO THEM, SARAWAY: a woman ? Hooks: No. CARAWAY : Hooks: Never. CARAWAY: Hooks: Hardly. CARAWAY: Hooks: Did you ever see a woman talk shyly with Or look timidly at he Or pose before her ? Queer, isn’t it? Isn't it? HE'D MAKE A MODEL HUSBAN 1 ve THAT's JUST THE TROU Pater: Perdita: “T SEE WHAT FAULT YOU ¢ THINK OF_THE DISADVANTAGE SFIND WITH HEM, T WILL HAVE IN CASE WE QU. ED. comicbooks.com