Life — December 23, 1897 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Finished. HE muscles of my arms are sore, My head fs full of pain, And I’m afraid that never more Til use my back again. There is a hoarseness down below, My conscience quick declare It isa punishment, you know, That comes to him who swears. My neck upon an angle’s set Of 45, And somehow I don't seem to get Much action in my knees. Yet on this glorious Christmas Day My heart remains undimmed, For now at last I'm glad to say That Christmas tree is trimmed. “PA, DOES SANTA CLAUS COME ON A WHEEL!” - Pater (absently): YES, 1 BELIEVE 80. Revelations Expected. UMOR has it that the period for which Dr. Nansen reserved to himself the exclusive right to pub- lish to the world his adven- tures in the North has nearly expired, and that the crew of the Fram are abovt to place their journals and biographies on the market. It will be interesting to see how much Farthest North the dear public can digest. It grows more and more clear that the business end of Arctic exploration is at last appreciated at its true value, It is matter of recent news that Captain Sverdrup proposes an expedition to a section of the Arctic waste already preémpted by Lieu- tenant Peary, and that Peary is out with a remonstrance, We shall need presently a Board of Arctic Estimate and Appraisal to settle on the property rights of explorers, and lay out the Arctic Ocean like a big oyster-bed, with definite hold- ings for each adventurer, ‘The pros- pect now is that when the North Pole is found there will be very much such a scene around it as occurs when a pack of hounds finally comes up with the fox. I | I hate to be squeezed in a crowded theatre like this —don't you? Sue: Yes. There are too many people around, AND HE DIDN'T. comicbooks.com