Life — December 28, 1893 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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‘LIFE - Dorotuy: Is that all? Jerry (curtly): 1 suppose so—since I haven't a title. Dorotuy: And you really mean that you would give me up because I insist that you shall be a man among men? That I will not marry you because you will not work ? JeRRY: No—because you are infatuated with that Baron —because I suspect you are a snob with the preferences of a snob. Let me be whatever I am, if you were a true Ameri- can you wouldn’t marry an idiot like that Dutchman, no matter what his title was. Just because two or three of your fool friends have done that sort of thing, you've had the same ambition. You've talked presentations and pedigrees to me until I'm sick of the whole con- tinent of Europe. Country houses and meets and hounds and dukes and princes have come to bea nightmare to me. This X settles it. I'm through. I’m going to look for a wife who's an Ameri- can and not a snob. Good night. A LIVELY DAY. HARLIE DULL- TIMES recently kept a record of the business transacted by him during one day of the present depres- sion, with the following gratifying results. His callers were: A stranger to borrow the directory. A man who wanted change for two dollars. A boy to sell matches or feather dusters. An accident insurance agent. A man who wanted Charlie to cash a check, A girl collecting subscriptions for a Woman's Home. A book peddler. A friend who wanted a small loan. Charlie's tailor. 13 DorotHy: Stop, Jerry. You are letting your impetu- osity do injustice to a woman who is not a snob but only your very best-wishing friend. I'm not going to marry the Baron nor anyone else. I refused him to-day. But it seems* to me that if you had been a vea/ American yourself and loved me as much as you professed, you would have kept your promise and finished the novel by to-night. I hope you will be successful in your search for a wife who will be truly worthy of you. JERRY : Dorothy—Dor—did you really refuse the Baron ? Dorotuy: Certainly I did. But that makes no difference. You are not the kind of man I would dare entrust— MR. DEBEVOISE: What—what's this! Jerry, what have you been doing? Dorothy—listen to this (reading) : “We have the publisher's announcement of a novel from the pen of Mr. Jerry Lander, the well-known young millionaire. Heretofore Mr. Lander has been known only as a young man about town, but the book is said to contain some very interesting studies of metropolitan life.” Dorotuy: Jerry! JERRY: Dorothy! (They embrace.) Metcalfe. Another friend who wanted a loan. The Most Worthy Begum of the Order of Indian Rajahs, who tried to sell Charlie some tickets for an entertainment to be given “for the benefit of the Order.” A woman to ask what floor Room 69 was on. Another friend who wanted five dollars “until Saturday night.” The tenant from across the hall to use the telephone. A boy to borrow the railway guide for Mr. Sniffins. A man looking for “a party named White.” The boot black. The janitor to clean up the office. And yet they say that away up north, in that desolate region where Harlem breaks off into the wilderness, a fair maiden sits and sadly wonders “Why Charlie doesn’t propose ?”” Harry Romaine, LSIE: Laura's health seems greatly improved. ApDa* Yes; she has heard that her doctor is engaged. comicbooks.com