Life — June 15, 1893 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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PITHY, RPO A MASKED BATTERY. vr }! power was yet unexhausted, and he kept up the sport until the entire congregation became hysterical and there came very near being a serious panic. Our list of State's prison offences is already pretty long, but making a funeral address ought to be added to it until civilization gets a little stronger hold on the pulpit. A POSSIBLE SOLUTION. I ALWAYS wondered why the boy Stood on the burning deck, When every one had fled and left The smoking, scorching wreck ; And now I think I've found it out, To my exceeding joy: The lad | have a notion was A District Messenger boy. “THANK YOU, MR. CARDIAC; IT’S NO JOKE TO HAVE THE MAN OF ONE'S FAMILY ON A STEAMER A WEEK OVERDUE IN DECEMBER,” “THAD MADE UP MY MIND THAT IF HE WENT DOWN I WOULD WRITE YOU A LETTER OF CON- DOLENCE.” “THAT WAS KIND OF YOU, WHAT WERE YoU GOING TO TELL wr, MR. Carpiac?” “WELL, I WANTED TO EXPRESS MY APPRECIATION OF HIM, AND LOTS OF SYMPATHY AND ENCOURAGE- MENT FOR YOU; AND I HAD ABOUT MADE UP MY MIND JUST TO SAY: ‘THERE'S AS GOOD FISH IN THE SEA AS EVER WERE CAUGHT,’ AND LET You TAKE IT EITHER WAY.” ‘ Wy) EXPLAINED. yp y OU don’t mean to say that you like Chicago?” DI eE do.” “ Goodness gracious! Where do you live?” " Chicago.” IN A STRANGE LAND. IRST OAT: I wonder where we are ? SECOND OaT: Don't you know? This Near-Sighted Hunter, to Servant: QUICK, YOU BLACK RASCAL! is the inside of a Fifth Avenue stage horse. Quick wit wy GoN! Im ALL mY Fievesn Years’ exremence | First Oat: Heavens, Oatsie, you don't NEVER BEFORE SAW AN ELEPHANT WITH A TRUNK LIKE THAT! say so! I thought it was the mammoth cave. comicbooks.com