Life — February 22, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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acquaintance. But she is not daunted by occasional defeats.” It only strengthens her faith for the next experience. Why these signs should be con- fined to the head instead of extend- ing to the soles of the feet has never been satisfactorily explained. A shoulder blade or a knee cap should be as safe a guide to char- acter as a nose ora jaw. Yet one never hears of a musical instep, a sinister calf ora mirthful collar bone. If that period ever comes when the novelist observes more and writes less, he will perhaps have time to discover that in judging eggs he cannot always rely upon the shell, J. AM: ANTI-TOBACCO. OLGER: Who planned Morgan's house ? Focaaill 7 i “CaN'T Do tT, Mason: His wife. You can’t FEELING POOR. “ LEND ME TEN, FWeppie.” I'VE JUST BEEN JILTED BY A GIRL WORTH HALF A MILLION.” come from the smoking-room into the rest of the house without going in the open air and passing through the conservatory. OUNG HUSBAND: I think I shall have to go out to-night, my dear, I have an appointment. YOUNG WIFE: Oh, Tom, what is it ? YouNG HusBaNb: An appointment with my tailor, love. is to call here to-night to collect his bill. He VIEVE CASSIDY, YOU ASK ME WHY I HAVE BROUGHT YOU TO THIS spoT, LOOK! THAT BALL OF SNOW CONTAINS THE BODY OF MY RIVAL, HOMER GALLAGHER. THE VENGEANCE I HAVE WROKE ON HIM FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY, FOR I FEEL I AM A STEP NEARER MY ONE GREAT AMBITION,” VALENTINES. Me. VERSE to thee, dear one, I send, And in it let my pen repeat The words my heart doth ever lend To coward tongue. Here at thy feet Lie heart and verse—and both are fain To prove how loyal love may be; Oh, stoop, sweet heart, do not disdain A verse to thee ! She, A verse to thee, sweet sir, I send : Forgive its lines if halt and lame ; Words that from out the heart do wend On paper do not look the same. So, should this poor verse not impart What I would say—know that it be To prove that I am not, Sweetheart, Averse to thee ! Richard Stillman Powell. A LOOP HOLE FOR ESCAPE. ‘6-1 HOMPSON, while bicycling yesterday, rang for a baby carriage to make way. It did not, and the baby was killed and he arrested.” “ How can he excuse himself?” “ He pleaded self-defense.” “ The dickens!" “Yes ; it turned out the baby was his and teething.” ~ comicbooks.com