Life — November 26, 1896 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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402 THE RECENT EXHIBITION. Ever’ earnest lover of the horse will feel a keen delight in perusing these echoes of the recent show, They are clipped from the whose veracity we have no re Y. Tribune, son to doubt Miss Blight was accompanied in her circuits about the tan bark by Mr. and Mrs. Belmont, the latter looking very well in a gown of dark green cloth, combined with velvet. Her hat of green felt was Uressed with large, black feathers, Mrs, ames L. Kernochan wore a handsome costume of brown cloth, heavily trimmed with chinchilla fur, and small hat to match, trimmed with steel. Mrs. T. Suffern Tailer and Mrs. J. Lee Tailer have been conspicuous at the show since the open- ing day from their beauty and handsome costumes. Mrs, Charles G. Francklyn, in a gown of silver moire, the front of the corsage of canary-colored + 8’ * Mrs, William Burden was another of the newcomers, She sat with Mrs. Ehsha Dyer, Jr., and looked unusually well in a gown of black satin, touched with bows of carmine satin, a cape which seemed to be made of bands of sable black velvet and white lace, and a black velvet bonnet. Mrs. Dyer looked very handsome in a gown of pale, fawn-colored silk, the corsage ornamented with bows of cerise satin. How would it do, another year, to award a series of supplementary prizes—for milli- nery? And then, really, when you come right down to it, don’t you know, all that space in the centre now taken up by some sort of a horse performance could be occupied by those women who have the money to spend on clothes, and who are, and always have been, the main exhibit. Don’t you know? NOBLE EFFORT—To heiress. marry an A GRATEFUL FAMILY. *LIFE> ANYTHING BUT THIS. F every day’ll be Sunday bye-and-bye, Then let me to oblivion quick be hurled ; Before that happens let me swiftly fly To fate unknown, than to each day be nigh The Sunday Journal or the Sunday World. VIVISECTION ON BABIES. OR a vivisector, the step from an ani- mal to a baby is slight, as one has certainly as many rights as the other. The Philadelphia Polyclinic recently printed the lowing : HUMAN VIVISECTION. Recent numbers of the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal contain a paper recording some experiments made on infants to determine whether lumbar puncture of the subarachnoid space is dangerous. Before the inauguration of these experiments, the author had performed lumbar puncture—a_ proper therapeutic operation—on a case of doubtful tuber- cular meningitis. The child’s pulse, on that occasion, rose to aso, “She clutched at her hair, tossed herself about the ‘bed and uttered sharp cries.” He ‘was unprepared for such a result and did not know but that it would terminate fatally.” The patient, however, recovered trom these alarming symptoms and finally left the hospital well. If the needs of science seemed to him to irresistibly demand that normal cerebro-spinal canals should be punctured, why did he not courageously bare his back to the aspirator needle? Then we could ‘honor him for his fearless love of science. Now we despise him for his cruelty to the helpless, NOTHING HUMOROUS ABOUT IT, es ERE is a joke about a plumber who never overcharged," said the con- tributor. “That's not a joke,” replied the editor. “A YOUNG GIRL OF FIF- TREN WEARS HER SKIRTS JUST ABOVE HER ANKLES. Ruth Ashmore in Ladies’ Home Journal. ‘That is a lie.” “ DOAN’ SAY NUFFIN’, HONEY!” T HANKSGIBIN' Day will soon be heah— Doan’ say nuffin’, hone We'll hab a scrumptious spread dis yeah— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! Potatics sweet an’ An’ "possum fat, ¢, young ’coon what doan’ taste flat, An’ turkey an’ all such as dat— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! I know right wheh de little ‘coon— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! Am playin’ ‘neath de silbery moon— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! An’ I know whch de ‘possum stays, So fat he sleeps all fru’ de days, An’ runs erbout at night an’ plays— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! An when Thanksgibin’ Day comes round— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! We'll hab a turkey weighs ten pound— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! An’ if some stealin’ hab occurred, An’ boss, wif indignashun stirred, Should ax wheh we done got dat bird— Doan’ say nuffin’, honey! comicbooks.com