Life — April 20, 1893 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

HIS INTENTIONS, HEY were standing in front of the post office at Big Union; the bank president, the editor, the fruit grower and the visitor from Denver interested in Big Union property. They had discussed the outlook for the new year and viewed it in all its aspects. They had guessed on the peach crop, the rate of money, and the number of new subscribers. Then they fell short of a subject. And still the mail tarried. A short man with a gold watch chain, an air of prosperity, and a small cigar, approached, stepping briskly along up the street. “ Here's Jennings,” remarked the editor. “Who's Jennings?” asked the visitor from Denver. “Jennings, Leonard P. Jennings,” re- plied the bank president, ‘is one of the most influential men in the Valley, sir. His guarantee alone will sell a quarter section. He owns about twelve hundred acres of Big Union land, and is a firm believer in the future of our city.” The visitor seemed impressed. Mr. Jennings approached, “ Well, Jennings,” cried the fruit grower, AT THE SALON. “Jove! THAT's FINE BROAD HANDLING, ISN'T IT?” “YES, AND A FINE BROAD SUBJECT, TOO.” “{ hear you've bought that eighty of Snider's. What you going to do with it, sell or improve?” “Do with it!" responded Mr. Jennings, in righteous wrath. “Do with it! I'm going to mortgage it, you dern fool! Did you think I was going to let it stand idle ?” Richard Stillman Powell. Creu (throwing away a half-made cigarette): 1 wondah why the last half of a cigawette isn’t fit to smoke. THE Major: Perhaps for the same reason that the first half isn’t. HE: She is a poem. A STEAM HEATED FLAT. THE PorT: Why? Does no one want her ? comicbooks.com