Life — March 18, 1897 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

wt THE COACHING SEASON HAS OPENED IN AFRICA. THE TROGLODYTE CLUN'S FIRST RUN. TO SPRING. Aw gently sigh, you cruel jade, among the budding boughs, And fill their all too eager ears with soft, deceitful vows! And pour a sudden summer heat from out your fair, Until we madly lay aside our heavy under- wear! heavens Then turn and freeze us to the core, and chor- tle while we wail, And send from Nansen’s north- most pole a January gale! Hurl wide your shafts of pleurisy, let loose the colds that kill, And work on buds and human folk your vile, demoniac will! E’en so my Mildred racks my heart—one day so gently sweet, t fall—a pulp of utter bliss—in worship at her feet. The next —ah, now /—her cool, gray eyes send shivers down my spine, And scoffs and snubs beat down like hail this mad March love of mine. me some sad morn to find my hopes—so bravely Killed dead, like the confiding buds, and left as black as they. Oh, Spring! Oh, Love! Heaven haste the time of calm and settled weather, When from St. John's church we'll emerge —all safely wed— together, Emily Hewitt Leland. that he Wasn't and found , after all, HEY operated on him didn't have appendici that strange?" ‘*Not so strange as if he had had it.’