Life — August 5, 1897 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

* LIFE: His Excuse. 6°17 SHOULD think you would be ashamed to buy a copy of The World.” “Tam; but I write for it, you know.” F there is among those who are care- less of their neighbors’ rights in the elevated cars one man more disturb- | ing than another it is the man who, crossing his legs, throws one foot over in front of his neighbor. There are men who sit in such a manner as to encroach upon their neighbors’ seat space; the man who sits and reads a paper opened out so that he holds one page over in front of his neighbor is not unknown, and there are others who in one way and another are careless or thoughtless of their neighbors’ rights; but the most disturbing of all, no doubr, is the man who hems in his neighbor with his foot, calmly appro- priating to himself space that belongs to another, and without the slightest regard for the other's rights or comfort. Even a person not of great natural ferocity might find in his heart a desire to tackle him. AFTER THE JUBILEE. AN INEXPENSIVE OUTING. A Mild Hint. EORGE, I have not any new songs to sing to you to-night.” “Give me something old, then.” She broke into a refrain that was ‘‘a song of the day” some seventeen years before. “That's very, very old, Mamie,” he said, with a “ ON THE TRAIL. sigh. “Yes, George; I sang that to you the night we became WHEN HE WAS A Boy? engaged.” Bobbre : MONEST, NOW, GRANDPA; WAS PAPA SO VERY GOOD