Life — August 31, 1899 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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174 What the Winning Horse Said. OOD ones! All of us fresh from the post, Pawing the sweet, brown earth— Nervously, some of us—I the most Trembling—in limb and girth; Waiting impatient the fall of the flag, Listening the signal togo, Gam) "ating the pause as the ‘ moments lag, Honoring each his foe! Sorry am I for them all, because They must lose the race to-day, And a smile creeps over my clashing jaws, For not one can say me nay. A horse with blood in his flne, blue veins, Aud a Kentucky pedigree, Must leap from under his rider’s reins ‘To obey a girl's decree, Into the paddock a moment ago Camo a winsome maid in gray, And I folt myself under my saddle glow With pride when I heard ber say: “This is the horso that is golng to win, This is tho one I choose ; Look at his eyes and his satin skin! How could he ever lose?” She patted my side with her soft, whito glove, And pressed on my cheek a kiss, Sho pinned a rose in my rein above And fastened it there, like this, Do you wonder, thon, that I shake my head And long for the white flag’s drop— That I know, in spite of my weight of lead, Nothing my way can stop? Hoop! We're off, in a thundering mass! Steady, my jockey’s band ! I feel her follow me through the glass, Tho prettiest girl on tho stand, And on—and on—leave them all behind, While the cheers are mounting higher; With a leap, and a rush, anda roar like wind, Her rose is under the wire! Kate Masterson, Wonderful. T was in the latter part of the twen- tieth century, atthe close of a beau- tiful day in October, that a middle aged man, mounted on a second-hand flying machine, the decrepit appearance of which betokened all too well its owner's finincial standing, could be seen wing- ing his way from the Borough of Brook- *LIFEs lyn over the gilded minarets of the new Tammany Hall toward an insignificant store in a side street, over which reared the unimposing sign, ‘* Rare Books.” The stranger paused for a moment in his flight, and, leaning against the upper corner of an office building before entering the store below, he took from under his arma small parcel, and gazed ecstatically at the contents to make sure that no mis- take had been made. ‘To think,” he suid, *‘that I, all my life so poor, should have come across a volume which it has always been so confidently believed bas never existed, A fortune awaits me!” Descending as swiftly as bis machine allowed to the bookshop below, .he en- tered, aud without a word handed his great find to the incredulous proprictor, whose look of uncertainty turned to amazement as he turned over the pages one by one until he had finished. Then, in speechless wonder, going to his desk and writing out a check for a large amount, he handed it to the lucky man who had brought the treasure. “To think,” be exclaimed, ‘that after these long years of search, you should have at last found a copy of a magazine issued in 1899 that does not contain an article on our war with Spain!” Tom Masson. Query. ICK up, kick up, little star, How I wonder what you are. Whether to the crowd so madding You are real or you are padding. Mrs. Q.t WELL! THIS 18 A NICE HOUR IN THE MORNING TO COME HOME! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? “TO A SPIRITUALISTIC SEANCE, AND, REALLY, MY DEAR, I COULDN'T GET AWAY 4 MOMENT SOONER.” comicbooks.com