Life — September 7, 1893 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

“Then am I to undehstand that ‘ouah consent?” “What's that? Oh! I forgot. Certainly ! Go and marry her when- like. She has saved my Sir?” “You see, I was half crazy try- ing to think of a name for the new apartment house I have just built. Lovina will do to a T.” And’as the son faded gently out of the room, the old man whispered over the sweet name again and again, and rubbed his huge, hard palms together till they gave forth a sound like that of the sand-paper boards they manipulate in the wings when the pretty soubrette is dancing a double shuffle. DION’T BLAME HIM. ONES: Robbins gave me this J cigar. Brown: I don’t blame him. PROPHETIC. ‘HAS SHE GIVEN YOU ANY ENCOURAGEMENT ?” “On, yes! SHE says SHE WILL HER FATHER'S MONEY WHEN HE DIE: 157 A NEEDLE WOMAN. > HE works upon the tidy white In manner strangely neat. The figures which the damask light Are picturesquely sweet. She makes a peaceful lamb or two A-frisking on the hill, And flowers red, and gold, and blue, Beside « wayside rill. The silken dove she does with taste In tones of pearl and rose, And vines that softly twine in chaste Arcadian repose. And yet it makes her husband rave To think his darling wife A button can't sew on to save Her sweet and precious life. RK, AM. OBBLE: Don’t you like the laundryman I recommended to you? STONE: No. hat’s the trouble ? just my size, THE ORIGINAL ROOF GARDEN. comicbooks.com