Life — October 28, 1897 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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In the Football Season. H ADST thou come vanquished from the field With not a wound or stain, My greeting of thee had revealed Less pity than disdain, Or hadst thou worn the victor's bays, And still returned unhurt, Thou wouldst have found my lukewarm praise Scarce just to thy desert. But since thy dreadful bruises tell Of valor overthrown, I'd be thy nurse and make thee well, And live for thee alone. Disinfection After the Play. SCAHE fact that the management of the Academy and St. Charles theatres, of this city, have determined to disinfect their buildings after performances,” re- marked Mr, Girault Farrar last night, ‘is a very good thing, not alone because it is necessary just at present, but because it means that a new and commendable custom has been instituted by Mr. Rowles that will =o SHIP-SHAPE. WILLY BARNACLE AND HIS BICYCLE. “By JUPITER! A NEW STA take hold in every city in the country. The theatres and big assembly halls are always more of less liable to germs and. microbes and a little formaldehyde gas distributed after the buildings have been vacated will do much to create a better atmosphere and effectually prevent the danger of contagion or infection."” —New Orleans Times-Democrat, This idea is an excellent one, and in New York might be car- ried still farther. Here the dis- infection should not be confined to the auditorium, but should extend to the stage, the box- office, and especially to the private sanctum of the manager. In the Kosher theatres it would take something stronger than formaldehyde gas to get rid of the noxious microbes which infest their manage- ments—common _ illumin- ating gas, for instance. hay. — ~~ Either Is Effectual. UMSO: A Western physician says he can give direc- tions for living one hundred years. Cawker: Which does he rec- ommend, a pension or a civil service office? D SHE'S A BIRD, TOO!” Felt Slighted. HE Paris Chief of Police was shak- ing in his shoes. He had been hastily summoned to the private apart- ments of the President, at the same time being informed that M. Faure was in a terrible rage. Oh, ciel! Even now the Chief could hear the President cursing away like the very diable. He could hear the rumblings of the r's as they rolled out. With a timid knock he opened the door, but almost started back. The President was ram- paging around the room, cursing for all he was worth (and he is said to be a wealthy man). “Mille de tonnerres!” he screamed; **parbleu, and confoundez-vous!"” The Chief of Police trembled. “*What means it again thundered the French Executive. ‘* How is it that I come to Paris to-day, and on my journey there is not so much as a single bombexploded? Quel'enfer! See to it that it happens not so again! Git- tez-vous out!" And the Chief slid, with a pale coun- tenance. David H. Dodge. NUBS given are expensive luxu- ries, but many of them are worth the cost. comicbooks.com