Life — March 4, 1897 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“UPID met Death under ared flare. A street player was fiddling a lively tune. “Almost quick enough for a love- step,” said Cupid. “Or a death-dance,” said the other. A youth in evening dress came that way, and halted under the red flare. Cupid plucked him by the sleeve. “Do not stop here,” he said. Death pushed him gently toward an illumined door. Cupid plucked harder at the sleeve. THE CASE AT PRESENT. IOGENES Dedontoit, A man of some renown, Accoutered with a lantern, lit, Went nosing ‘round the town. Nor was it very dark, that he Should go around that way, Because the sunshine showed it was The middle of the day. “Odds peterkins!” the people cried, When first his search began, And running after him, they asked “Dost seek an honest man?” “Nay, nay," Diogenes replied, We have a diadem Of that kind, and the G. 0. P. Is more than full of them. “I'm seeking what was promised us, Beyond the slightest doubt ; That Era of Prosperity You've heard so much about." Then those who saw him shook their heads, And let the seeker go On nosing with his lantern, lit, While all they said was: ‘*Oh!" W. J. Lampton. “Come,” he said; ‘‘do not hesitate.” Death pushed open the door. There ‘was the clink of glass and the distant sound“ of, a croupier's voice, calling. The youth wavered. Then he struck Cupid away, and entered. The street player had fallen asleep. Death picked up his violin. Wow we will have a death-dance,” he said. Albert Bigelow Paine, ‘sk, YOUR DAUGHTER ——"