Life — August 5, 1897 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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IF YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW SOME ONE CLEVER, TALENTED, OR A ‘LION, BY TAKING stakes, fiction becomes a game of consider- able importance, What a subject a noveiist of grasp and insight would find in Blaine or Conkling, and the men who surrounded them! The bald suggestion of it seems journalistic and com- monplace, but the right man with an eye to see would do fine things with it. The history of this country abounds in men who have accomplished huge results with crude implements. That is the very essence of romance. Life is full of it, and it ought to creep into our fiction. Drock. Safe. ue M** I kiss you, Miss Ten- spot?” asked young Mr. Huggins, kissed a girl be- fore?" asked the young lady. “‘Never!" asseverated the young man, “Then you may kiss me. 1 draw the line at men who kiss and tell.” ‘TT? invasion of Spain by the “New Journalism" is officially announced with becoming solemnity by Senor Canovas del Castillo, the premier. According to a PEARLS OF ETIQUETTE. HIM OR HER TO ONE OF HER 4 cable dispatch, he ‘has notified the Madrid reporters that he will not give them any news hereafter, on the ground that they publish it in a form calculated to influence the stock ex- change.” If the Madrid reporters are gen- uine new journalists, they will never allow themselves to be ‘‘queered” bya little thing like that, They will simply make their own news, and “* publish it in a form” even more “calculated to influence the stock exchange” than the straight tips from Senor Canovas del Castillo, which they have been apparently twisting. Ballade of Wares Literary. YEZ! Oyez! Oyez! Draw near, ye scribbling crew! Ye poets in distress, Whose verses are taboo ! Ye maids who shrick and shrew! Ye youths who fleer and flop! Come, give your orders to The Literary Shop ! Now here’s a Cheap Success, A bargain—entre nous— Detailing the duress Of girls who Don't and Do; And here's a Lucky Coup— A dialectic slop! YOU MAY MAKE YOUR HOSTESS REALLY GRATEFUL, PTERNOONS, (We mix the Kail-yard brew— The Literary Shop.) Here's Gossip—Bookishness— The How! The Why! The Who! (You buy a pound or less, And stick it on with glue ) Log-rolling done for you! Your name made while you stop ! Pray step inside and view The Literary Shop. Envo1. Scribes! without more ado Your futile fancies drop, And reach Parnassus through The Literary Shop. Hilda Johnson. E sure you're right and then go ahead—and see if you are. Acquainted. ATTERSON: I see that six hun- dred Irish servants recently landed in this country. HATTERSON: Yes. of them. I've met most