Life — December 3, 1896 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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LOVE ON THE LINKS. SEE her face in the distance, From under her jaunty cap; They're over the run !—they’ve néarly won !— My love, and the other chap. They sit on a stile together, And wait; it is still our ‘li I flourish my club, and the skin [ rub From over the caddy’s eye. Confound that chap who's with her—he will utter The words I've had as yet no chance to speak ; The devil take the driver and the putter! The lofter and the mashy and the cleck ! At last, on the green, we join them, But what does he whisper so low? I very much doubt if it’s ‘you hole out,” Or as to the score, you know! Foursomes are gruesome, I’m thinking, You've pain from the time you start, When a winsome maid, in a gay Scotch plaid, Tees off, and the ball’s your heart ! You've lost the game—you fear you've lost the lassic, Because of tother fellow, and his cheek ; You mutter low—"‘the devil take the bras The lofter and the driver and the cleek !” G. M, Winter, «JAN MACLAREN ™ seems to be having a royal time of it in N York. According to an American paper, Messrs. Dodd, Mead & Co., his publishers, have turned their shop into a veritable temple, and filled the windows with statues, statuettes, bust, medals, and portraits of the famous ** Briar Bush hero. Well, there is no place h like America for hero worship, and if the New Yorkers do aboot taakin’ braw Scotch for awheel, in honour o' the pit bairn that's come ower the watter,” it will certainly be sur- prising.—St. Paul's. Yes, weare silly enough, Heaven knows! And the worst of it is, there seems no chance of improvement. It is interesting to guess at our opinion of the French, for instance, if Paris were thrown into a flutter of excitement at the approach of every American who had written a pretty little story. Ccomicbooks.com