Life — November 29, 1894 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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350 WAS IT A HORSE SHOW? Wiates :R you may choose to call it, the great Anglo- American Show was a success not only financially but as an exhibition of clothes. The “ society reporter,” and he probably represents the feeblest development of the human brain, had a whole week's wallowing in the vacuous slush of his unmanly trade. For seven consecutive days he glutted himself with the familiar names he loves so well. In descriptions of expensive clothing he became maudlin in his joy. But the lover of the horse found less to satisfy him. He saw plenty of showy traps and the latest thing in harnesses, and he saw how the English hold the reins when driving for effect. The horse is a fine animal, and he has hosts of admirers who love him for his own sake, and to them there is some- thing unsatisfying in a show in which it is an event worth recording when Mr. and Mrs. T. Suffern Tayler, the latter wearing a dress of dark green and black embroidered cloth, and a short jacket of astrachan, make a tour of the exhi- bition. Now Mr. T. Suffern Tayler, although unknown to fame, may arch his neck, keep his s well forward and show the t back action, but there are thousands of us who could restrained our curiosity in regard to him until the show was over. And dozens of people are living right here in the State of New York who really didn’t care what Mrs. Tayler had on. As they are doubtless a worthy couple at heart, it does seem that even a society reporter might know enough to let them alone. But the society reporter is not only ignorant and cruel, but he is often misleading. He tells us, for instance, that have A VOICE FROM FLORIDA. “Hi! SoMERODY COME HERE QUICK, THERE'S A BEE GOT IN THIS HAMMOCK, AND I CAN'T GET OUT!" - LIFE: “Archie Pell, in a new suit of gray tweed, escorted his wife and Miss Morris, of Baltimore, around the ring.” We have no doubt the band struck up a stirring air as this trio started off, and the audience probably felt a thrill of enthusiasm, but what-happened? Did they get a ribbon? And of what color? Did they go singly for speed, or in twos for action? Or was it tandem? } But the writer men- tioned the names and the clothes, and that is all it is fair to expect of him. F While our Horse Show may be a gigantic and dazzling failure in all its serious pretensions, it certainly gives a tre- mendous impulse and encouragement to the glorification of the unimportant. 6 OULD your sublime greatness please to arouse yourself from your trance for a few minutes?” asked Mustapha deferentially. “Holy Allah!” exclaimed the Cadi as he opened his ¢! and yawned in a very un-Cadilike fashion,” did I hear the bulbul singing to the rose or was it the sound of your mezzo- basso voice, Mustapha ?”” “Twas asking your highness if you would listen to the plaint of a merchant whois in distr replied Mustapha.” “Sure, Mike—I mean Mustapha,” said the Cadi. “ What else, in the name of the Prophet, am I here for? Bring on all the merchants you've got. What is it man? Why have you approached the carpet of audience?” “ Justice, your highness; I crave justice!” “Then you have come to the right shop for the only all- wool, fast color, unshrinkable and yard-wide justice that there is in this county. State your case.” “1 have two daughters, oh, well-spring of wisdom, and they are wayward — “ That's not remarkable. But procee¢ “And they are beggaring me by buying theatre tickets. They have a sort of madness for actors, and no matinee at which they are not present. And not only do they waste my substance so, but they also send flowers and scarf-pins and neckties to the objects of their madness.” “ Mustapha,” said the Cadi, “does a case like this fall within the jurisdiction of our court?” occu “The righting of no wrong is foreign to your highness’s clemenc “Well, merchant,” asked the Cadi, “have you ever tried spanking as a remedy for your grievance ?” “1 would willingly spank the actors, your highness, but they are too stalwart for an old man like me and my daugh- ters are too old for such chastisemen comicbooks.com