Life — June 22, 1899 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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532 -LIFE- To A. D. T., 1004. H, little, leisurely blue boy, Who bears my note to ber, You certainly don’t feel the joy Your errand should confer, Hor blest abode, in time, you'll find, Her sacred bell you'll puuch, While bere I sit with anxious mind, Neglecting even lunch, You'll see her coming down the stair, As in tho hall you sit; Her dainty feet, ber fluffy hair, Won't stir your heart a bit. But oh, if just for that brief space Your grimy paw were mine, To guide ber fingers to the place, Aud say, “ Dero's where yer sign.” Your lucky pencil-stub she'll bold Against her soft, red lip; With marks illegibly bold Sho'll grace your rumpled slip. To think of things 80 sweet and dear Spent on that freckled elf; What sinful waste! Hi, boy, come bere— ['ll take that note myself, -K, Perry. ON BLUMER: Well, old man, how did you like the Welsh rab- bit I made you last night? Kisovey: Can't tell yet. Just getting acquainted with it. The Plot that Failed. HE time was early morning on the Sparrowhawk links. Tho pd sun was just gilding the Eastern hilis with roseate AH. shafts of light as Flossie Greenbunker, noise- lessly jumping from her chaloless wheel that she might not arouse the janitor, steulthily crept into the little club house and swiftly opened with a falso ~% key the locker of her hated rival, Geraldine Lofterputt. S| Mad and revengeful thoughts surged through her montthey braio as, with a suppressed cry of triumph, she opened “ YOUR CLOTHES THIRTY DOLLARS 4 WEEK AND HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES TWENTY-FIVE DULLARS !"* “WELL, I DON'T SEB NOW I CAN MAKE THE UOUSEHOLD EXPENSES & CENT LEs3."” comicbooks.com