Life — June 10, 1897 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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that all dialect stories should be translated by Professor Garnier into pure Chimpanzee, their habitual readers would receive no less pleasure and profit from them, while those who are willing to confine themselves to the possibilities of the English language might not be so often misled into trying to read something which bears about the same resem- blance to it that a United States man-of-war bears to a seaworthy vessel, M. K. Conyngton, LIFE’S ‘‘ PEGASUS” HE great interest evinced in the question as to what are the ten best short poems in the English language shows no signs of abate- ment, judging from the vast number of lists that come in by every mail. And Lire would now re- mind those delinquents who have failed to send in their lists that the time is growing short, and that the competition closes on July rst. Having submitted this interesting problem to the intelligent readers of Lire, it is desirable that the popular voice should be as loud as possible, and we trust that all those who CONTEST. read this will send in their lists at once. Do not forget that the one who comes nearest the combined popular judgment will receive a beautiful original picture, handsomely framed in gilt, and valued at $125. Not more than one list will be considered from each competitor, and each list should be addressed to ‘* Pegasus,” in care of Lire, trusts that the keepers of the Central Park Zoo will take timely warning by the misfortune that has overtaken the authorities at West Point, and see to it that no one steals the tusks out of any of their elephants, or the claws out of their Bengal tiger's paws. It is something of a joke that four trophy yuns should have been stolen from the edge of the parade grounds at West Point, but that the stolen guns should have been sold for old brass is no joke at all. If the Vassar girls had carried off the guns, as Lire at first conjectured, they would have returned them presently, but, as it is, there seems to be a very slim pros- pect of getting them back, which is a pity, as our war trophies are grow- ing scarcer every year, \ es wee aga alll ONLY SIX MONTHS MORE. X months from now I shall pay S bills; Of this there can be no question. And I'm sure that about that time I'll be Relieved of this indigestion. Six months from now in the bank I'll place The cash that I've been saving, For by that time I am sure I'll be A way to fortune paving. Six months from now, or about that time, I shall quit the habit of smoking, And that is the time my life will be A continual round of joking. That is the time (six months from now) When I shall not have to hurry. All things being adjusted, why then There'll be no cause for worry. Six months from now! time! Am I impatient? Never! For this glorious time I'll wait and wait, If I have to wait forever. Oh, glorious A CHOICE OFFERED, the boss in?” he asked of the bookkeeper, “cc I **Which one do you wish to see,” replied the bookkeeper, ‘the office boy or the typewriter?” comicbooks.com