Life — August 25, 1898 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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mer branches at Chautauqua and Asbury Park, Success has crowned all its efforts, and it is proudly regarded us the best 155 type of the department store journal in Bohemia. Joseph Smith, The Regular Army 0. HE smoke of tho battle fills the air and tho dust Is fly ng high; We give three cheers for the volunteers and the men COMMODORE PHILIP, FORMERLY OF THE ‘ TEXAS." tho grand moral clement to the paper, I will place my name on the editorial page, run the woman's column, give missionary reminiscences, keep my eye on the govern- ment in Washington and the liquor traffic, be business manager, and represent the Paper at conventions, mass-meetings and gatherings to denounce the Sultan of Turkey.” “What shall we call the paper?" tho others queried, eagerly, “The Matron and Maiden's Magazine,” éaid the missionary, proudly, The band resumed its journoy, entered the capital of Bohemia, and began its great work, The Magazine now hasa circulation of 1,767,214; it ransa boot and shoo factory annex; educates ten missionaries annually for the Congo market; employs three men in the editorial department, fifty in tho counting-room, three bundred and seven in the advertising department, and has sum- about to die. For tho heroes brave whom wo know, wo wave, as they charge in gallant style, And we shout burrah for the chance of war and the favor of Fortune's smile. And the glorious deeds that the reader reads are the things wo all may know: But not so plain is the might and main of the Regular Army O. On the nation’s tongue are the words un- sung of this silent, moving mass. Yet the victories won by heart and gun might never have come to pass If their measured swing and their rifles’ ring had not been thero that day To bear the bruat at the battle’s front in the Regular Army way. We give three cheers for the volunteers as they charge o'er a fallen foo— It were better still if our throats: might fill for the Regular Army 0. In Time's great mint, when tho circling glint of tho glory coins are seen, Their lustre will strike on the boys, alike as their glorious deeds have been, And as sure as Fate metes out to the great their fullest meas- ure of right, There shall be no song, but a record long of the ones who trained to flight. There shall be no dime in the mint of Time struck out in the afterglow, But an eaglo of gold shall be unrolled for tho Regular Army 0. Tom Masson. IFE: My dear, a dreadful thing has happered. You know that money you ga me to pay the dress. wnaker’s bill? I lost iton the way, Huspanp: Good heavens! What did you do? “What could I do? new gown.” I had to order a HIS FINISH.