Life — April 21, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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When Friendship Ceases. S71 makes them mad, eh?” said Van Cupper. It was twi- light hour in the half-de- serted club- room, and the two satin the window enjoying a quiet smoke. “That hardly conveys the idea,” said Brownstone, with a retrospective smile. “They gocrazy, Take some fellow with an opinion that he has veen born and brought up en, and qufetly make a statement diametric- ally opposed to his belief. It’s great fu “It must be,” assented Van Cupper. “1 suppose a man’s politics fs his touchiest spot.” “Precisely,” said Brownstone. “For instance, you know how some people hate Grover Cleveland, To mention his name is like waving ared rag in “WELL. DO YoU Wa! “NO, SIR: BUT 4 *LIFE- front of a bull, Well, I met a fellow the other day—a hide-bound, dyed-in-the-wool Republi- c Knowing in advance his feelings, I led the conversation around to Grover, and then made my quiet little re- mark.” “What was the Van Cupper. “Oh,” replied Brownstone, ‘I said, in a gentle, confident manner, as though it were no matter for dispute, that we had had only three great Presidents—Washington, Lincoln and Cleveland, fe acted as if he wanted to tear me to pieces.” “Hat ha!” laughed Van Cupper. “Is hard to conceive of such preju- He evidently had no sense of humor, or he would have seen how absurd such a statement was.” “Not necessarily absurd,” retorted Brownstone. “Of course, I only satd it to egg the old fellow on, At the same time—” “You don’t mean to say that you cherish the remotest illusion that Grover Cleveland was a great Presi- dent?” remark?” asked dice. Mazeppa: Tuts ts TIRESOME, BUT Now's MY CHANCE FoR— “That's what I mean!” “He was nothing but a big bluff.” * You don't know what you are talking say he was the greatest since Lincoln. down into history—” “And I say he wasn't. It ought to be an indictable offense to make such an assertion, What did he do?” “Everything, He had backbone.” “Bah! A big, overgrown, bull-necked—” “TN throw you out of the window!” “You ought never to have been admitted!” “You —!——!" “You — out. He will go “Jim,” said the house steward, ten minutes later, “ring for an ambulance War Uncertain; Spring Sure. AR or no war, the spring hats are pretty and deserve consideration. The wsthetic sense is fed by them, especially when they top off an edify- ing wearer, Let ustake all the pleas- ure we can in them. War is uncertain, It may come; it may not. A big naval battle would be prodigiously interesting, but we are not sure of having one, not sure how it would turn out, not sure we would like it however it went. But spring is surely coming. It is the bird in the hand, and it behooves us to cherish all its developments, the hats, the flowers, the stirring qualities of the air, the sound of coach-horns and the flight of coaches on Fifth Avenue in the morning, the new green things in the parks and in the country. EALOUSY is the suspicion of one’s own in- feriority. TO sen met” Wave TO.” comicbooks.com