Life — February 2, 1899 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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

Columbia: WILLIAM, HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU MORE TITAN ONCE TO SWEEP TUOSE INSECTS OUT OF THE ESTABLISUMENTT Zave arther “HOW DOES THAT CIT OF WEDGE WOOD STRIKE YOU, MY DREARY” In Modern Times. EEPING, there came to Venus whero she sat 'Mid fairy bowers, within her Cyprian seat, Hor rosy son, Cupid the archer-boy, And flung his sheath ofarrowsat her feet. For many years, upon love’s mischief bent He'd roamed at will, and sent his well-aimed darts: But now, some evil god had charmed mankind, For lo! his arrows failed to pierce their hearts, ‘Then Venus comforted and soothed him; called For clever Vulean, and the sorrow told; And Vulcan, smiling, gathered up the shafts, And tipped each little fairy point with gold. Now Cupid, glad again, goes through tho land Upon love's mischief bent, with bow and dart; And where his arrows once could not avail, Now, tipped with gold, they pierce the hardest heart, BJ.