Life — September 1, 1898 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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174 feel sure I can make as five a poem of them as I did out of the Rubaiyat.” “But tell me, Mr. Le Gallienne, become of Shakespeare and Spen' and Shelley and some of the moderns if your Rhetoric becomes the standard? For I doubt not it will be iconoclastic in its tendency.” “Unquestionably. Well, that’s not my lookout. I know how English ought to be spoken and written better than any man living or dead, else Mr. John Brisben Walker wouldn't have hired me for the job; and, hav- ing accepted the commission, 1 must yo ahead and write a Rhetoric, even if Shakespeare and the others be dethroned.” He wafted himself on the tips of his fingers to a fresh bank of daisics, and con tinued, ‘* Besides, if life and strength vouch- safed to me in sufli- cieacy, I shall tackle all the masters eventually, and make thet right according to the stand- ard set up in the Cos- mopolitan Rhetoric. Stevenson's essays are good stuff, but they're not what they'll be wheo [get through withthem. You won't recognize the ‘Idy of the King’ when I have made it jibe with my Rhetoric. And pow you must pardon me, for here come some bees with my lunch.” [ thanked him forthe interview, bowed, and left, passing as I did so a swarm of bees laden with honey for the Great Reviser. For on honey and dew of the morning he waxeth fat. Charles Battell Loomis, are An Itinerary. ws in a car on Love's “L” road A young man takes his seat, Ho rides without a stop until He reaches Cortlandt Street, Thon on to Rector Street he flies With swiftness, case and grace And leaving there be soon, alas! Arrives at Battory Pla James Barrett Kirk, what will rand Dryden FORETHOUGHT. WHEN you ¢ “1 SUPPOSE SO, DEAR. TO HEAVEN, GRANDMA, WILL YOU PLAY A HAKPY” THEN WHY DUN'T YOU TARE LESSONS?” At Long Branch. ‘© 7 OHN, are you going in bathing this afternoon “Yes, Why?” “(ll get the maid to sweep the vege- tables off the water,” “ N pe) rush the growle me bye,” said Mr. Casey to his When the latter had refused to ou the ground that such a pro- Hickey, me san, but yerre good eddication, bat thot’ Don't be grinnin® at phwat "tink Ol don't ki Wan. All me aucestors not the Om tellin gintleman phwen Ot s pw at rile was gintemen, an’ Ol've thried me hesht :o folly thetr example, but OL niver thot Old see the day phwen a son of moive wud be makin’ a dude out of himself. Ot saw yez to-day din’ tn the strate car all dressed up In yet swe'l toys, litte knowin’ thot yer dad was standin’ on the Lack platform, watchin’ yez mukin’ eyes at the purty gurls, But phwen a poor oid huly wid a baby tn her arms If yez did, no wan saw sez. But the young felly in ovenuts thot was sittin’ reight ferninst y room fer her {na howly minute, although may tot how howed as fliguntly as you wnd ho done. But d'yez Cink the people tu thot car didn’t know which of youse two was the rale gtntl mau Mickey, se're on the wrong: thrac yez how a great dale to learn befoor yell be half the man yez vow tink yez are. Comicbooks.com