Life — April 30, 1896 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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MY FAVORITE. HEN Gladys treads the minuct With roses in her hair of jet, Methinks no flower that ever blows Is half so lovely as the rose. In football days she's wont to wear Chrysanthemums, and then I swear, “No flower can be more rich and gay Than that fair Gladys wears to-day.” And when she kneels with humble air And murmurs low her Lenten prayer, With purple violets on her breast, Why, then I'm sure I like hem best. But if for me she'll wreathe her hair With orange blossoms, pure and fair, I'll prize, till stars shall cease to shine, The blooms which make sweet Gladys mine. Dixie Wolcott, , ra al lec LL the world’s a stage, G = and the better the performance the greater THE FINAL RECONCILIATION THAT COMES TOO LATE. will be the box office re- ceipts. WHERE OUR TASTES LIE. - HE fact that seventy thousand birds were supplied to the New York market in one year for millinery purposes seems to indicate that we are a kind-hearted people and fond of animals. With vivisection rampant and the fields and forests being cleared of birds, the animal kingdom seems to be ina tight place hereabouts. But ‘* Science” and Fashion are mighty, and civilization is a wonderful civilizer. AVOIDING EXTRA EXPENSE, N moving day, Oldsoak never moves with the family because cf the expense.” “The expense?” “Yes, these moving-van men, you know, charge so much for every load.” MAN has to be something more than eccentric to have his eccentricities tolerated. “ THERE IS NO NEW THING UNDER THE SUN.” Eccl. i. 9. ONEY TALKS, ‘.. . But money answereth all things.” Eccl. x. 19. Tue SILver Troupe. ‘‘He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver.” Eccl. v. 10. BALLOON SLEEVES. ‘‘ Woe to the women that sew pil- lows to all arm-holes!" Ezek. xiii. 18. We ARE THE PeopLe. ‘‘No doubt but ye are the people, and wisdom shall die with you.” Job xii. 2. You Make ME Tirep. ‘But now he (Eliphaz) hath “Say Boss, I's GOT TER RAISE FIVE CENTS FOR CHEWIN' GUM, EVEN made me weary.” Job xvi. 7. 1F | 48 TO PUT ME CHILD IN HOCK!” comicbooks.com