Life — February 8, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

WHAT BOOTS IT? MODERATE. ISS PRIMLIPS: When you say your prayers at night, do you pray for all men? Miss LEFTOVER: No, in- deed! Just one would. be enough. se ATHER,” asked little Tommy as he climbed his father’s knee, “did you ever MEAN, HATEFUL THING. see an echo!” “FRED IS IN AN AWFUL FIX, HE PROPOSED TO ME LAST NIGHT, YOU KNOW, AND—" “Why, no, my son,” replied “AND YOU ACCEPTED HIM?" the parent. — === 7 = ———$<£= “Well, Willie said his sister went to see one, and it returned her FATHER: What's that devilish noise in call.” And the strong man bowed his head to hide his emotion, the kitchen, Bobby ? Bossy: That's mamma making angel cake! R. CHEVIOT HILL: Do you know who I am, my little man?—|°§ ————— THE Lirrte MAN: Yep. You're the feller who is going to propose to my sister. IFE: The baby seems to be very happy to-day. Huspanp: Why shouldn't he? He kept me awake all night. THE FOOD OF LOVE. ‘CTF music be the food of love,” Tam rejoiced to find My passion is a key above All viands of that kind, No part of the domestic cat, Vexed by a horse's tail, Can make my famished love grow fat With its lugubrious wail. ‘The banjo and the mandolin, The zither and the drum, The brass band, with its fearful din, Are not a single crumb. My love has far a daintier choice, And strong and hearty grows, Upon the music of Her voice, In plain, untortured prose. Harry Romaine, “* BESIDE HIMSELF.”