Life — February 17, 1898 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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There must be son Maternal Advice. Ua Chicago.) At which shall [ marry, my darling mamma, he duke, the dude, or the preacher ¥ The doctor, the jockey, the packer of pork, Orthe banker? that horrid old creature! y're all at my feet, but to tell you the truth, For none of the lot do I “My dear Marguerite,” said auker.” her dotin mamma, “You'd better begin with the Frank A, anker.” Waugh, Life’s Dramatic Breakfasts. UR many friends whose generous help, by labor, by money influence, made these entertainments a or by possibility, will be glad to hear that the result is a substantial addition to the Fresh-Air Fund. While still unable to give exact results—owing chiefly to an indefinite number of season tickets yet unpaid—we can, however, make the pos- itive statement that about fifteen hundred dollars have been earned, above all ex This means that over five hundred additional children will have a two weeks’ outing in the country. It is, therefore, gratifying to state that the financial risk, which Lire was only too willing to assume in such a cause, has been amply repaid by the actual returns. While the expenses were heavy— twenty-eight hundred and forty-five dol- lars being paid for breakfasts alone—the pense mistake, 1 ordered free serv material tists we repeat our thanks. The rental of the other painful figure, and results of the first two mornings found us still upon the mgged edge financially, but our friends rallied in such numbers that the receipts of the last two breakfasts left little doubt as to a tangible profit. In entertainments of a novel character, and on such scale, and, above all, where achievement depends largely upon vol- unteer disappointments are inevitable, and sometimes severe, But experience teaches. Our chief regret is that Lire’s friends who made this enterprise successful cannot see, in the flesh, the five hun- dred children from the city as they start, during the coming summer, for their visit in the country. sof many of the artists added to success, and to those ar- ballroom was an services, MAN is known by the unpaid bills he keeps. APTAIN BERNIER, who wants the Canadian Government to send him to the North Pole, is described as an experienced navigator, well acquainted with ice action in Northern waters, and of great physical endurance. Well and good, but is he a handsome man, and will he lecture well? Only good elocutionists who look well in evening dress should be sent to the Pole. Kl one, “In the Neolithic Age.” THE “EVENING POST” ON KIPLING. OW itis certainly curious that the three hundred and sixty pages of Mr. Kip- ling'’s poetry will not yield three lines of just the suggestive quality of those that have been quoted. [From Tennyson, Brown: ing, Lowell.] Comparison yields similar results if we ask whether Kipling is ever aflame with a sense of social injustice like Shelley, and pierced with the pain and mystery of life, like Clough, Let his strength put on beauty, let bis range extend, let him learn how to scrutinize the soul with as fatal an eye as he has for alien forms of life, and to create anew for men what he sees there with as vivifying an imagination—and the future is his.—The Evening Post, Jun, 22 KIPLING ON THE “EVENING POST."" Stilla cultured Christian age sees us scufte. squeak and rage, Still we pinch and slap and jabber, scratch and dirk; Still we let our business slide—as we dropped the half-dressed hide— To show a fellow-savage how to work. Here's my wisdom for your use, as I learned it when the moose And the reindeer roared where Paris roars to-night: There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays And—every—single—one—of—them—is right They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start, For the Devil mutters behind the leaves, * pretty, but is it Art?” Its WE are all equal in the s devil. ght of the