Life — April 8, 1897 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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LIFE’S COMPLIMENTS TO THE “SUN.” N modestly claiming the credit of directing the present popular tide which has set in so strongly against the drain-pipe journalism as expounded with such pungency by the World and the /ournal, Lire would be ungenerous if he were not willing to acknowl- edge the services of the Suz, The Suwa has been a great help, and deserves a fair share of the resultant honor which has come from calling public attention to such a menace to society at large. Both the World and Journal, while squirming considerably under the lash of Public Opinion, have not been slow to recognize the able services of Mr. Dana, regarding him jointly as a common enemy and reviling him as often as possible. This is high praise, all things considered, and Mr. Dana ought to be proud that he is able to lend so efficient a hand in a just cause. THEN HE WILL. R. CUMSO: Are you giving up much during Lent this year, Cawker ? Mr. Cawker: No, Cumso, I am not, but I expect to give up a great deal when the bills come in for my wife's Easter outfit. T might be prudent for some of us not to let our left hand know how little our right hand knows. CRIPTURAL mottoes adorned every door and wall in Freddie’s home. Yet despite this fact, the ten- year-old son seemed bent on performing daily some mis- demeanor which necessitated a flogging. Freddie’s ma kept the ‘‘cat-o'-nine tails" up behind the motto labeled ‘‘In God We Trust.” Here it was ready for every emergency. One evening Freddie's father was greeted at the back door by hisson, Freddie was crying bitterly. ‘Say, pop,” said he, as he vigorously mopped the salt tears from his chubby cheeks, ‘‘don’t you think it’s high time for mato take the flogging-strap down from behind ‘In God We Trust,’ and hang it on ‘I Need Thee Every Hour?*”