Life — April 15, 1897 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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*> LIFE: THE TEN BEST SHORT POEMS. LIFE'S OFFER. 4 T week Lire made mention of the fact that he was prepared to offer a suitable prize for a list of the ten best short poems in the English language sent in by any reader of Lir From all the lists which are received we will select the titles of the ten poems that are mentioned the greatest number of times, and to the one who comes the nearest to this list will be sent one of the handsomest signed originals that have been reproduced in Lire during the last year, beautifully framed in gilt. Not more than one list from cack com- 4) petitor will be allowed. The competition will be closed on July 1st. and no communication received after that date will be considered. The full name and address of the sender must accompany cach » Which in case should be addressed to ‘* Pegasus,” care of LiFe, DELICATE. YROSPECTIVE TENANT: I'm afraid this house won't do, The trol- ley AGENT: rs run too near it, Pshaw! You won't notice them in a week. “That's all right, but my wife never could stand the sight of blood.” THAT REALLY SO?” A POACHED EGG. I IFE'S recent protest against the — abominable practice of certain magazine editors in serving their wares with leaves uncut at the bot- tom is commended by suffering mag- azine readers, who urge continued expostulation against that evil. OWDER AND BALL: A baby’s bath. THE POETRYLESSNESS OF IT. HE horseless carriage, we are told, Is now the pressing need ; And still, it seems some other things Would better take the lead. The drunkless drink, for instance, Which ought to serve as one ; And as a fit companion Is named the shotless gun. And there's the dogless sausage, Which must be coming near ; While loudly chalk and water y cowless milk is here. The kissless mouth’s another, To keep away the men— And, furthermore, to conquer The microbe in his den. The musicless piano Is well up toward the van, And likewise might be mentioned The lieless fisherman, And with the new inventions Are coming frightless wars; And, also, what's the matter With cashless Senators ? The Summer—Girlless Summer— But no—we'll have to call A halt right here, for this one We do not need at all. W. J. Lampton. comicbooks.com