Life — January 6, 1898 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Paul Kruger. MONG society leaders Oom Paul Kruger, President of the Boer Republic, would scarcely be recognized, but this fact has not hampered him to any extent up to date. Oom Paul dresses almost as well as Mark Twain, and resembles the latter somewhat in his terse use of words. He has a face that is readily discernible thirty miles out at sea, and a head so level that Lord Salisbury can walk on it for hours without putting his foot through. Oom Paul is fond of farming and outdoor sports, and cultivates his own whiskers, He is not so beautiful as he looks, but he is a great man nevertheless, Finst Powrrict McNulty refused to accept that bribe. Seconp Pouiticran: I always thought = McNulty was weak. Lire’s PoLar Exrepition.—We began to cut down the Pole and carry it piece by piece to the ship. The elephants were a great help. in her left hand. Miss Bunker was the maid of honor, in low-neck dress and, point lace effects. The ceremony took place on the quarterdeck. After the ceremony we had a wedding breakfast, and a special menu was prepared for Mrs. Damm, She appears very happy. And now for the return trip! Future Vivisectors. “OPHE arrest of the boys developed astory of degrading cruelty, After stealing the rabbits, they hid them in the basement of their home, and at vari: ous times mselves by cute a abbits' ears and tails, punching out their eyes. and in other ways maltreating’ them, in ‘order to hear “holler,” as they said, and also to Jind out how long ey would live after being tortured. The dead rabbits were * und under an adjoining house. “Pigeons which had been decapitated were also found there, The boys probably will be sent to the Reform School.” Why send them to a Reform School? What's the matter with a Medical School? The dear boys are simply doing what every vivisector seems to take a pride in, and what is taught and practiced in Med- ical Colleges. Memory to Blame. 6 J OSEPHINE, where is my golf suit?” ‘Don't ask me, Harry. You ought to hav a place for everything, and everything in its place. “1 do; but T never can remember where the place is.” HE dexterity of a modern virtuoso’s fingers made a deep impression on an old farmer who was among the audience at a ‘Piano Recital.” Clapping both hands suddenly down upon his knees, he was heard to exclaim: “I'd give a hundred dollars to have that man pick peas for me.” Lire’s Polak Exrepition.—Mrs, Gustavus Damm eating breakfast on the morning of the wedding,