Life — October 12, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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the street, they began to sing a variation of the well known German cradle song, “ Schlaf, Kindele, Schlaf.” Sleep, Tuckerman, sleep! Sleep, Tuckerman, sleep ! Your oil and your chimneys will do very well : Your matches won't light if you stick ‘em in Sleep, &e. The words are by Hig- ginson, whose big astral lamp—which he calls Pharos —drinks so much oil and breaks so many chimneys that he is dreadfully in debt to Tuckerman. Tuckerman lately refused him any fur- ther credit, so Higginson wrote this song for revenge, and has trained a quartette to sing it. Old Millions : NOVEMBER 5. BETTER PAY YOU. We had roast ducks for The Doctor : Doctor, I DIDN'T KNOW WHETHER TO BUY A PAIR OF TROWSERS OR PAY YOUR BILL, BUT I THOUGHT I WoULD TAKE BACK YOUR MONEY. 231 Henderson retorted that Hudson was pedantic and narrow-minded, and very small in his way of judging men. He called him an iota subscript and a micro- scopic siliceous spiculum of a sponge, and said the Gud- geon might be rough in his ways, but he had a great, big soul. It is reported that Gud- geon is at Stamford, and that he threatens to lick Tutor Divitiacus as soon as his suspension is over. 4 NOVEMBER 17. The sensation of the day is the appearance of Hig- ginson ina silk bat with a weed. It is said that G. Horne, who has recently lost an uncle, went down to’ the hatter’s to get a weed put onhis hat. Higginson hap- pened to walk down Chapel Street with him, and, arrived dinner, but Barlow spoiled our relish of them, by saying that when he was out taking a walk past the hospital the other day, he saw some ducks in the open lot adjoining, eating a bread poultice that had been thrown from the hospital windows. He declared his belief that most of the ducks in the New Haven market were poultice-fattened. A paper is now going about, and has received many sig- natures, asking Barlow to resign from the club. Henderson reproached Hudson for not liking Gudgeon. But Hudson said he didn’t think Gudgeon was much of a loss to the class, anyway. He was a very uncultivated man, called his father his “ paw," and pronounced does, “ dooz.” “OFF THE CoB.” at the hatter’s, G. Horne urged him, almost with tears in his eyes, to go inside with him and get a new hat, discarding the cap with a fur button on top, which has made it so painful of late to associate much with Higginson. “ Have some style about you,” implored G. Horne. “Well, what shall 1 get?” asked Higginson. “Get a tall hat, like mine,” said G. Horne. Higginson finally consented, and the hat was bought. The hatter asked G. Horne how wide he wanted his weed. Was he in mourning for a very near relative ? “An uncle,” answered G. Horne. * Then about three inches will be correct,” said the hatter. “Say,” struck in Higginson, “I believe you may put a weed on mine, too. It makes a hat look tony.” “Yes, sir,”’ said the hatter ; “ and what width shall I make iv?” answered Higginson. B. THE ONLY WAY. Discharged! But don’t let me see you here “O, about an uncle,” UDGE: again, GRADUATE O'TAFF: ‘oner resign ‘Tis me wud be sorry to see yer A COMFORTING THOUGHT. FEW million years hence the sun will give out no more heat.” “ Well, most of us won't be in need of heat.” comicbooks.com