Life — April 12, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

TO A MODERN GIRL, 1v%é conned the daintiest of poets lyrical, Searched for jewels in the muse antique, Delved in lines romantic and satirical, And know whereof I chance to speak. But find no conceit, image or reflection, No gem from genius’ pen, however’true, That hints the beauty and the rare perfection, Possessed unconsciously, dear heart, by you. Archibald Douglas. “Watt You ARE NOT GOING TO SHAVE MY HEAD?” “Dipn'T YOU ASK FOR A SHAVE?” PIG y Snake: SAY, NOW'S THIS FOR A BOA-KNOT? Giraffe: OM, COME OFF! ALMOST ANYTHING CAN. BE TWISTED INTO A PUN. HAT jolly times be for our friends thecranks and hobbyists. these Now surge to the front Gov- ernor Tillman, Fee Gencral.Coxey, Mrs. Granniss, of the Social Purity League, Senators Peffer and Simpson, and the Kentucky lady who has come so chivalrously to the defense of Colonel Breckinridge. None of these people would have been possible in the days when daily newspapers had not so much space to fill. The reduced cost of white paper and the cheapening of printing is unquestionably a blessing, but, like Pandora's box, the gift is one which emits more evil than good. TOO EXPOSED. OM: Ilike your new house. What acharm- ing vista one gets, through these parlors into the library. Kitty: Yes; but my brother says I'll never have any luck until the portiéres are up. comicbooks.com