Life — November 15, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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| AS THEY PASS. ‘\ HE SAYS WE ARE SO ALIKE HE TOOK US FOR SISTERS.” “JusT Like Him! HE OWES ME A GRUDGE,” the star. We know the vicious practice always prevails, but we have never seen it so pro- nounced as in these productions. “Camille” is not a pleasant play either from the view-point of the moralist or the person who wishes to be interested or amused, but it serves the useful purpose of giving new aspirants to greatness a standard by which to measure their powers. In Miss Nethersole’s case the result is a gratifying one. Metcalfe, E: Do you think blondes have more admirers than brunettes? SHE: I don't know. Why not ask some of the girls who have had experience in both capacities ? 319 A PARTING. se ELL, good - bye, Wabash! I am very glad to have met you. When you come to Boston be sure and look me up.” “Thank you, Beacon, I will. I mean to go and live in Boston after I die.” “Oh, but I shan’t be there then. I shall be in Paris.” A SUGGESTION. HUBBS: I'm going to have a yacht built this winter. Going to call her the Mermaid. Appropriate name don’t you think? Dusps: Fair—might be still more appropriate,though, to call her the Bar Maid. MYTHE: Too bad Miss Bwown's so awfully nearsighted, isn’t it, Chawles? CHUMLEY: Y-a-as, me boy. SMYTHE: Why, d’ye know, I've been told she weahs her glasses to bed. CHUMLEY: How's that, So’s she can wecognize the people she meets in her dweams. SOCIETY NOTE. Mr. Amos QuiTo, WHO was. in JERSEY LAST SUMMER, WAS MASHED ON MANY OF THE LADIES AND IS STILL DEAD STUCK ON OTHERS.