Life — December 27, 1894 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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exico ints. rding CHRISTMAS NUMBER. “LT Wonver IF wuz Att DRESSED UP ANYBODY WOULD LONG TO HAVE ME 2?” ANT PUT IN A WINDER, DECEMBER, 1894. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. HER WAY. "VE searched the city high and low,” He said, with face perplexing, ** But not one spray of mistletoe ; Oh, isn’t it quite vexing ? They say I came too late, Dear me, I was so rushed and hurried. "Twas sold when [arrived you see.” His smile was sad and worried. She grew quite thoughtful for a while, This most divine of creatures, And then there came a glorious smile Into her winsome features. “Well, George,” she said, ** it is too bad, But don’t let's cry about it, We'll have—if there's none to be had— To get along without it.” Tom Masson. Cont 2: Well, I suppose I'll have to eat my Christmas turkey in a boarding house this year. STONE: That's tough. comicbooks.com