Life — September 22, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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* DOPFIE * LIFE’S TICKET. For Prestpent, WARD MCALLISTER, Of New York and Newport. For VICE-PRESIDENT, ALBERT E, W IN, OY Wates. HE adjacent portrait of the head of our ticket is from an oil painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds. We can supply lithographs of the same, in three colors, to campaign clubs and others at the rate of forty dollars a thousand, THE torchlight procession of the League of Busi- ness Men's McAllister and Wettin” Clubs on Wednesday evening was a great success, Brave men and fair women thronged Hester and Baxter streets to see it pass, and it was both preceded and followed by a large number of enthusiastic small boys. Be- fore the parade was dismissed Mr. Lightbody Jones of Thompson street drew a razor on Otto Guggen- heimer, Esq., the well-known beer caterer of West One-hundred-and-eightieth street, but no blood was shed. Little incidents like these go to show the interest that our best citizens are taking in the cause, We are bound to win ! HE cause of Free Trade and Protection will not suffer at the hands of our candidates. Judge McAllister is an ardent Protectionist and Col, Wettin is a rank Free Trader. And there you are. You Pays your money and takes your choice. We knew what we were about when we proposed this ticket. Once more accept our assurance that We are Bound to Win | ! WE Ferret to see political enthusiasm lead to deeds of violence, but still we cannot conscientiously blame Dr. Corbett for his action in the recent argument with Comptroller Sullivan. We are quite sure that if Mr. Sullivan had not spoken disrespectfully of our candidates the Doctor would not have found it necessary to strike him. Notwith- standing that twenty-first round, we are confident that Mr. Sullivan will do the proper thing and vote the ticket straight. AGAIN the mud slinger is at work, “The charge that our candidate for Vice-President habitually beats his mother and spends all his earnings for rum, is almost as ridiculous as it is false. Mrs, Victoria ‘Wettin if now preparing an affidavit to prove that not only is she no longer obliged to take in washing, but that her son—our candidate— regularly contributes half his winnings to her support. When will these hyenas of the press desist from their calumnies which spare neither the widow nor the orphan ? HE head of our ticket possesses a heart which does credit to our cause, Last Sunday he provided a breakfast of terrapin and canvas-back duck, washed down with Clos de Vougeot, for the three hundred orphans at the Catholic Alms-house, Arthur Dimmesdale is beyond Mr. Richard Mansfield’s reach. There is about the Dimmesdale of the book a spirituality which eludes the actor’s grasp, and which he replaced with some- ~ thing almost akin to the gro- tesque. How the character- ization would impress anyone who had never read the book, it is impossible for us to say, but to anyone who holds phot- ographed in his mind the clearly defined picture of Nathaniel Hawthorne's hero, Mr. Mansfield's performance is most dis- appointing. Mr. Hatton's dramatization of the book is, from the read- er’s point of view, thoroughly successful. Most play-writers who turn well-known books into plays give to fancied stage requirements such importance that the play bears little re- semblance to its original source. Mr. Hatton has stuck close to his text, with the result that he has really put the author's creation into dramatic form instead of writing a play with just enough incidents and characters plucked from the book to justify the title. Naturally this robs the piece of dramatic Sister : To You, Tom (who has been playing “hookey") Sister = House. Wuat bot Tom, FATHER SAYS YOU'RE TO COME HOME RIGHT AWAY; HE WANTS TO SPEAK WANT ME FOR ? HE DIDN'T SAY; BUT HE WENT OUT TO CUT A WILLOW ROD As I LEFT THE A SHOW CASE, comicbooks.com