Life — June 30, 1898 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- 551 against iron, a new departure was taken, and, as usual, America, through her inventive genius, has achieved the lead. While our navy docs not compare numerically with some others, the quality of its individual ships has no equal, and as for the men who command them, by this time the civilized world is aware of their metal. Sinking of the Alabama by the Kearsarge. in August, 1864, Farragut captured Mobile and damned the tor- pedoes. The exact words used by Commodore Dewey as he entered Manila Bay have not yet been recorded, but it is supposed they conveyed the same meaning. THE “ALABAMA,” HE most famous privateer of the war was the Alabama, which sailed under British colors, which, in the end, proved to be a costly experiment for England. After a career highly successful in capturing prizes, she was caught at Cherbourg on June 19, 1864, and sunk by the Kearsarge. Thecaptainand crew were saved by an English yacht. The civil war having demonstrated the uselessness of wood A Mississippi River Ironclad. It only remains to be said that, while we take pride in our modern armored navy, we should look back and remember that William ©. Whitney deserves more credit than any other single individ- ual for its present efficiency. iris.) ‘When the Past is bright with its golden glow, And your heart is full of the days of old, Of the doughty deeds of the longago, And you thrill with awe as the tale is told; Then knights in search of the dragon strolled, And tho monster slew with a single blow; Then maids were blessed with defenders bold— But remember this never was really 50. There's the Princess fair, whom so well you know (The one in the tales by romancers told), With the cheek of rose and the neck of snow And the sapphire eyes and the hair of gold, Who was Beauty's self set in Virtue’s mold, F’er true to her Prince while every beau For her smile would sue till his heart grew cold— Oh, remember she never was really 80! When you hear Love's words spoken soft and low, And the blood in waves to your cheek is rolled, While your heart beats glad with no thought of “no,” And you're filled with joy almost uncontrolled ; When you hear your beauty and grace extolled With a warmth that Love can alone bestow, When of days to come a fair tale is told— Just remember it never is wholly so. LENVOL, Princess, your fancies of life enfold A place, no doubt, for a dream chateau, But boware that you are not o'er-cajoled, And remember how little is really 80, Wood Levette Wilson,