Life — October 20, 1898 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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AN IMITATIVE FOWL. (70 THINK I'VE STAYED OUT OF THAT GARDEN ALL THIS SRASON, JUST BECAUSE MY WINGS WERE cure!” «LIBE * some sentiment fn it, or the machines and men won't go, And Kipling knows that also—for he is a poet, and, as he says, if a poet is born with a love for the gume, he can be made. So, while he has been ham- mering away at it, he has beaten out some puro grains of sentiment. Read “The Brushwood Boy” and ‘ William the Con- queror,” and you will find them, There isn’t any love-making much prettier to be found than that of William, in her brown calico riding-habit, and poor Scott shaking from the fever, Itis the real, inevitable thing; and Kipling,who has seen 80 keenly through shams and sophistries, and puts things bluntly and oven brutally, bas never written a sentence that takes ono bit of glory and “uty from the sentiment that makes all effort, all that men do, worth while, “The Brushwood Boy” is an idyllic expression of it, The Boy and the Girl found it on the “ Thirty-Mile Ride.” All their lives had led up to it, and when it camo they smiled and sald, “ What does it mean ?"—but never doubted, Droch, Overlooked. TRIED my best to make her mine And used my every art, I did not leave a stono unturned In any way or part. But stop—I'm wrong—there’s one that’s left, And that’s Belinda’s heart! MeLandburgh Wilson, Whom It Was For. 18S WANTERNO: Is it true, Mr. Meanitall, that Miss Jilter threw you over for somebody else? Mr. MEANITALL: Quite true, threw me over for my present wife. She The Breaking Point. “ HAT is theinsidestory of Teddy Roosevelt’s break with the Independents?” “Why, you sce, he turned out to be an independent Independent.” An Ideal Spot. NCLE NED: Tommy, what's your idea of heaven? “<A place where you can eat too much without being sick afterwards.” YOUNG man usually thinks the A rl of his choice an angel; but in most cases the fact that she has chosen him shows a lack of that knowledge of good and evil which angels are supposed to possess. 309 TIMMY O'SHAUGHNESSY'S DREAM OP HEAVEN. A Carrier’s Address to Sleep. THOU, delightful Sleep! Come, as with touch of some light, feminine palm, Come, close my lids with sealing-wax of air, Shutting me in an envelope of calm; And send me “ via Morpheus Line” afar, That I may wander dreaming and—who knows?— Reach the Dead Letter Office’s repose, Where time flies never, but doth always creep. But, if you brand mo with the blood-red stamp, Then, Sleep, oh send me registered—here's a dimo!— For so I'll loiter through the postal camp, Held and arrested though devoid of crime, Yet be delivered after due delay At my right destination—a holiday. G. PLL, HE Jerald of the Golden Age makes a statement that should be slowly read and carefully digested by every human animal. Jingoes may absorb it with especial profit: It is estimated that during the last century civilized Europe has expended £3,259,000,000 upon {ts war operations, With such a sum it might have eliminated poverty, decently housed the submerged tenth in every nation, bridged oceans, con- nected continents, swept the encroaching seas from vast tracts of submerged land, and reclaimed for man’s advantage many desert and unwatered countries, This wooful waste, with all its appalling accom- paniments, is enough to make angels weep and men despair, comicbooks.com