Life — September 30, 1897 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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fi ha A, ia 73 The lady: OH, THERE, i a) \eae ~ HE'S POINTING ! WHICH WAY SHALL 1 SHOOT ? 275 An Even-Song. OW I lay me down to sleep, At dreamy close of day, In trust that Science still will keep The microbes grim away. I'm thankful I have been sus- tained Through long hours twenty- four, And pray there be for me ordained, Microoeless, many more. I'm glad there's been vouch- safed to me A disinfectant sure, Compounded of a recipe Of sundry drugs most pure. Armed thus, I dare the ice- cream hoard, The kiss, the deadly pie— The microbes all, with one accord, Do shrivel up and die. Fresh sprayed, behold me seek my bed (Deodorized full well), But first I bow my reverent head, My praises loudly swell. In vain the microbes would contrive My safeguards to undo, And lo! /aus Deo, | survive The disinfectants, too! Edwin L. Sabin. Contradictory. ELL, that’s queer!” “*What's queer?” “Why, this novel says that the hero was fond of adven- ture, but did not like domes- tic life.” A Slight Difference. ABBER: What does your son do for a living ? * NaBBER: He's a scientific boxer. “A pugilist?” “No, undertaker.”