Life — December 3, 1898 — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Annie (to brother): i'M A GOIN’ TO JOLLY DE OLB BLOKE ABOUT DE PAMILY'S STARVIN’, AN’ HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GIT HIM TO BERLIEVS ME IP YOU STAY NOUN’ HERE WID DOSE LEGS AN’ DaT FAT PACE O' YOURN? “I'm a widder, like all the other women whose husbands do that,” she sald, with deep emotton. Ifled from the house, barsting with sympathy for the poor little ‘Woman, and scurried down the sooty flue again to my Itbrary. It ‘Was a sad blow to me, and I haven't a doubt that It will prove to be 80 to countless little people all over the world; but, after all, if the Standard Yule Company will sell a small portion of the good-will It has acquired to some of Its brother Trusts, some people may be made better and happler for tt. I don't know of any individual or institution tn the untverse that stands more tn need of a little good-will than the average ayndicate, and certainly Santa Claus parted with enough to redeem them all ‘and to spare. Furthermore, I'd Ike to take a fall out of the old gentleman at golf some day. 1 have an tmpreaston I can give a man of bis bulld and ages half-stroke a hole, with some prospect of coming out ahead. Cartyle Smith. H, light the merry Yule log, And hail its cheery blaze! ’ Tis just as bright and jolly ‘As in tho olden days, Although ‘tis made of iron, And lots of gas will eat Ata dollar-and-a-quarter Por every thousand feet. Pather Seat: we must UURRY, MY DEARS; IT WILL BE MORNING IN THRER MONTHS. Paul West, CHRISTMAS AT THE NORTH POLE, comicbooks.com