Life — December 31, 1891 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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A MUG OF BASS. MUG of Bass! More clear and fine, £ More bracing than the ripest wine. The fragrance of the country air, And yellow grain and meadows fair, And grassy slopes with lowing kine, And mellow warmth of rich sunshine, All mingle in this draught divine. Old Jove might quaff and Hebe bear A mug of Bass. Served with a chop of South-Down line. Or toasted trotters of the swine, It brin With whic ‘ouch them who will a flavor deep and rare, no scarlet lips compare ; I press to mine A mug of Bass. Harry Romaine. A WATCH-MEETING IN THE FICTION ALCOVE. T was the last night of the year, and a few conspicuous spirits amone the Books of the Year were keeping Watch-meeting in the fiction akove of the old library. The in the consciousness of their own immortality, slept quietly in the neigh- boring alcove, with the soft perfume of crushed Levant and Russia enveloping them, er, and a thousand years as one day to them; they rested secure in the respect and admiration which the best men of the centuries had given them. But the parvenus among the books felt the insecurity of the position they had achieved for themselves; the new year might sweep them from the shelves into the waste-paper cart, or it might see them encased in substantial bind- ing and promoted to the company of that respectable aristocracy known as“ Contemporary Standards.” ristocratic and venerable classics, serene One day was as ano TRERSWNS Freshleigh (in ecstasy of bliss); CONGRATULATE ME, HOYS, TAM ENGAGED To Miss SPOONER. Charlie Binthere |, MY WEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS, DEAR Gus Knowal \" rent GED TO Miss S (A YEAR. ‘FOURTEEN MONTHS. WAS ENC SELF FOR Pater : SO TOMORROW'S LoRD EXGtE’S BIRTHDAY, EN? AS MIS FIANCEE, I surPose you'RE FECTED TO GIVE HANDSOME PRESENT OR TWO ? The Daughter: WHY, YES—O¥ COURSE. Pater: THEN UM GOING TO LET You Give BILL FOR EVERY DOLLAR HE OWES ME, AND A. FIRST CLASS TICKET ro Liverroot., Wet, Tine HIM A RECEIPTED “Whether this life of a day is all that we can expect or whether we are immortal is a most significant question to us, as it is to the human beings we amuse,” said the New Lngland Nun, a little solemnly. Perhaps you would live Jonger if you did not take it so seriously cut in Mademoiselle Réséda, as she adjusted her goncous gown to the exigencies of the bottom shelf.‘ For my part if I can be talked al for one Newport season, and read on the sly in fashionable boarding schools, I feel that I have achieved the end of my ready for the junk shop.” ** You'll get there,” be very long. charm, But I work a better racket. the ladies you must do the ‘sympathetic and fine sentiments? act, ence and am said the irrepressible Gallegher, “and it won't Pretty frocks and fervent love-making soon lose their If you want to be popular with When you work on the permanent affections you are getting a grip on the coat-tails of immortalit “For my part I believe in a little wickedness as an aid to long life. You recall that a wise mortal said * the good die young.’ If it had aot been for the little street-walker where would I have been?” asked the Light that Failed, “+ In the lowest circle of the Inferno of the romantic novel,” replied an /mperative Duty with the sepukhral voice of a Sage. ** For that bit of realism I am inclined to forgive what I have called your * sw intending to rebuke your popularity, and give pain to the multi- tude who were applauding you, That disagre er,” young woman comicbooks.com