Life — February 14, 1895 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Ho, Mortals, Attention !! For THE Lapis! Look!! One Bow for sale. | think, perchance, Some dark-haired oldish miss Will come in haste, and tarry not, To take a look at this. One Quiver quite as good as new, Tho’ long it has been used ; It’s had the very best of care, And never been abused. CUPID'S SALE. OH, pray don’t be stupid ‘And think that King Cupid Neer feels the effects of hard times ; He's hard pressed this season And that is the reason He offers his goods with these rhymes. Bankrupt RA BARGAINS! A few choice lots of sterling Hearts, New patterns, extra size, Well made and warranted to beat ; Each one a perfect prize. SPECIAL, All goods reduced this week and next, Best bargains ever seen ; But, mortals, haste! all must be sold By Februaire Fourteen. Notic “My dear boy,” cried Teddy, when he had heard Kob's story of poverty and misfortune, “you must let me put you on the straight road to success, and then you'll come out all right. They don't know you in Our Village, but they'll know you next week because I'm going, to introduce you at a tea which I will give in your honor in my own studio.” “Your studio,” exclaimed Grilton, * Why, I thought you were in a banking house.” “Oh! Well, I dabble a little in art now and then,” said Teddy, and then he explained to him that it was not at all necessary to be an artist in order to possess a studio, and very soon he induced Bobto takea few lessons from him in what he called the “art of getting on.” The studio tea that Teddy gave one after noon after banking hours was really one of the most delightful affairs of its kind that I have ever attended, and Lam happy to say that it proved of incalculable value to Bob launched at once on the very flood-tide of popularity, It must have cost Teddy a lot of money too, though I dare say he can afford it, for the walls were hung with pink silk, there were pink shades on the lamps and great basins and vases full of pinks everywhere, and half a dozen of the loveliest girls with pink sun-bonnets and aprons serving tea in pink cups. Sale!! Reap Tuts Twic T MKARTS RVER OFFERED TO THE PUBLIC, (Un Basement.) Hearts, hearts for sale, a damaged lot, Not quite as good as new; But in the lot you will no doubt Find just the Heart for you. curar One thousand Arrows, strong and true, Of finest metal made, Each warranted to cause a pain Which cannot be allayed. And as for the guests—well, if one of those outsiders who go about declaring that literature and art are neglected in Our Village, could have seen them he would have been convinced that we are just as strong on culture as any civilized community need be. I don’t think I ever saw so many literary and artistic celebrities gather- ed together in one room as there were in Teddy Wimbledon's studio that afternoon. ‘The very first man I met when I crossed the threshold was Percy Bluebird, the editor of that delightful weekly, the Daisy Chain; and with him were two of its principal contrb- utors, Curfew Scratchme and Trainor Tickle- back. I am sure that everybody has heard of these gentlemen, for they are the most distin- guished dterateurs in Our Village. Mr. Scratchme is the author of that delightful little volume, ‘*How Tickleback Writes ;" while Mr. Tickleback bas won fame with his essay on “The Scratchme School of Letters, and Its Distinguished Apostle.” Tommy Mole, the musical composer, who steals such pretty tunes, and Weeny Redwing, the illustrator, whose pictures look so much like the ones we see in the French papers, were there, too, and there was not one among them all who did not de- clare that he was treated with infinitely greater distinction in Our Village than he was any- where else. As for Bob Grilton, I never would have known him in the world, so much had he changed under Teddy's tuition. In less than a week he had not only learned how to drink tea as if he liked it, but had acquired a stock of art phrases large enough to carry him through a whole season with credit to himself and his instructor. But best of all, Teddy had explained to him the method of securing orders for portraits by inviting the victim—who should be a lady possessed of almost any fine qualities but youth or beauty—to pose as a court lady in the great historical painting of ‘Marie An- toinette and her Court.” And Bob profited so much by his friend's advice that he is to<lay one of the most prosperous portrait painters in Our Village. Nor does he forget that he owes all his suc- cess to dear, kind-hearted Teddy Wimbledon, the banker-artist of whom we are all so proud. J. L. Ford. MAN’S AGE BY AMUSEMENTS. BA BY—Bawl. Boy—Baseball. YouTH—Football. Man—French Ball.