Life — December 26, 1895 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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22 » LIFE: ¢ . NOT GUILTY. eet £ S usual! 2 It was Christmas eve in a little flat in Harlem, and the husband and father had just come in from his work at the office. His face, thoughtful and preoccupied, betrayed all too well that he was a man absorbed in one idea, and yet a careful observer would have noticed on this particular evening a slight twinkle in his eye, which indicated some- thing out of the ordinary. “Yes, dear,” said his wife, as she came out to greet him, “as usual, | suppose I shall have to remind you of the time. Wrapped up in your work, you take little note of the days or their significance. I haven't the least doubt in the world that you have forgotten altogether that this is Christmas eve.” “Say no more, Sarah,” replied her husband, as he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it triumphantly to his wife. ‘This time I did not forget. Here are enough greens to trim the whole place.” A STEP HIGHER. OBBLE: Since Van Scandle ceased to be a reporter, he has been doing very well. STONE: What at? CoBBLE: He learned to break into houses so successfully that he has become a burglar. NO USE. RS. THIRDLY: None of the girls have volunteered to trim the church this Christmas. THE Rev. Mr, THIRDLY: Why not? “They are all en- gaged.” HIS WAY. RS. BINGO: I wish you would tell that servant girl that we don’t require her any more. BinGo: Certainly, my dear, (Later to servant.) Bridget, Mrs. Bingo wants to see you. M*s* a youth has thought he was“ called tothe min- istry,” when nothing was the matter with on . . him but dyspepsia. es 7 PSS ety HERE is no glue that will mend in the case of a man who goes to pieces. Live's Patent UnicycLe Opservation Tower Doo-cart. comicbooks.com