Life — December 29, 1892 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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“BE ONE OF MY BRIDESMAIDS, DEA! “Tom! Why xo, He ts CHOOSING HIS OW! “THE VERY REASON ! § GROOMSMEN “WotLoy'T Tost onject ?" I FANCY HE 1S ARRANGING A LITTL DEAR, TOM UsED TO LOVE MF.” ‘BUT YOU SEE, E SURPRISE FOR me. shouts of “ Ex/ra/" hastened toward a group of diminutive newsboys who looked ragged and forlorn enough to be fitting objects of his generosity. “Extra, sir?" “ Here's yer Extra!” “Here you are “De latest Extra!” “Git out; take mine!" “I seen yer first!" they cried all together, as they crowded around Tom the moment he stopped in front of them. He bought a paper from the smallest boy in the lot. “He Chr “ Tanks, boss, bully fer you,” cried the urchin, enthusias- tically. “Are you going to have a Christmas dinner this asked Tom. “ Hully Gee! Hey, fellars, here’s a swell what wants ter know wedder we're agoin ter have a Christmas dinner dis year.” “Well, I guess! I've Aad two already an’ I'm agoin ter have anodder,” said one boy. “Dat’s only t'ree! Where yer been livin’? sure, an’ if me pal kin work me in——” “Dem fellers is dead slow, boss,” struck in the first boy, scornfully. “I'll take in five bang-up feeds dis year an’ don’t yer fergit it.” “Where do you get them all?” asked Tom, in surprise. “Oh, de Evening Guff blowed us off last night, an’ de ar?” I gets four Boy's Club the night before ; an’ den I belong to two missions and de ladies feeds us, an’ de Newsboys’ Home.” “ Well, that’s very nice,” said Tom. “Bet yer life! It's great if yer knows how ter work it! Have anodder paper? On me, dis time.” “No, thank you; much obliged,” replied Tom, as he strolled away with a feeling that somehow his benevolent scheme had failed to connect. As he passed under an electric light a sudden thought struck him, and he stopped and took out his little memo- randum book. Could it be possible that he had no engage- ment for the morrow ? What a lamentable oversight ! Decidedly there was very little prospect of his getting a Christmas dinner himself! Harry Romaine. 1c The gold cure advocates claim that their M elixir is a cure for almost all diseases. Potiticus: Why don’t they try it on the silver maniacs ? IFE: Richard, I want you to give up smoking, drinking and swearing. HuspanpD: Then I must give up collar buttons, picture hanging and riding on the elevated road. comicbooks.com