Life — October 3, 1895 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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

CLOTHIER CLOTHIER IN THE ON THIS P tHe rinest | MS FINEST” THE RIVALS. A NICE YOUNG MAN. HE glowing glass with its ruby tide, A young man stopped at the table there, And he drained a draught of the crystal drink. And the glass with the crystal drops, And he frowned at the foaming Bass, And it made him refreshed within, Together stood upon either side He shook his head at the red wine’s snare. He said, ** No claret nor beer, I think, Of the glass with the brew of hops. But he smiled on the crystal glass. Can compare with the taste of gin.” comicbooks.com