Life — November 24, 1892 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

Visiter: NO ONE WOULD DREAM THAT | WAS BUT TWENTY UNLEss ] TOLD THEM, The Innocent Boy: NO, AND A GREAT MANY WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT THEN. PRACTICE AND PREACHING. **T)ID yez say yer health is bad, Mr. Donovan?” “Yis. Oi've bin walkin’ in me slape.” “Och, begorra, if Oi cu'd only have done that same, Oi wouldn't be off the force now.” E'D writ a book on how to love. With points on what to say. But when he tried to pop one night, He fainted dead away. USBAND (to wife from Boston): You never find any blue stockings in the Prince of Wales's set. WIFE (strong minded): No; blue is not a fast color. A FAIR BUSINESS RISK. OONEY COHEN: Mein sohn, vhy did you guarantee ——_—_— dot over-coad to lasd Mr. Nixy as long as he lives. E: I love you; will you marry me? YouNG COHEN: Fader, he has heart disease—he dies any SHE (haughtily): You forget yourself, sir. minute ! He: I have to; I’m poor, comicbooks.com