Life — September 14, 1899 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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"LIFE The Summer Boy. ' ROM semi official sources we hear that the summer girl re- turns to the city this autumn in ex- cellent spirits, This is well. She is an interesting thing, the summer girl, and may she continue in a cheerful mind and attain her ends, She bas afforded some fun for the poet and the humorist, but why do we never hear of the summer boy ? There can be no summer girl with- out her summer boy. Is she sillier, more frivolous or more banjoesque than he? We think not, And then, this summer girl becomes the winter girl, later on—the girl we all marry. It may be said of the summer boy — the hand- some, sunburnt masher—that he is far more likely todisappear with the early frost than his feminine counterpart. The Genuine Article. ICQUART is fine. His statue should be erected in every city in France as an exampleito coming generations of splendid courage. He is aglory to his country. He abounds in those virtues in which his superior officers are so appal- lingly deficient. What a contempt is theirs for Justice! How they do abomi- nate that especial girl! And how con- tentedly they wallow in perjury and lies! 215 While despising the modern Frenchman for his superhuman ignorance of the common principles of justice, let us remember that Picquart is also a Frenchman, und that there are many like him, But they do hide themselves at present! Two Up. THE DUFPER, SCARLET doublet is bis seemly guiso, Nor doth ho ever cease from crying “ Fore!” Acard and pencil hath ho for his sco Ho lacketh not for clubs in any wise; His caddy staggoreth beneath a store Fitted for every stroke, and bold emprizo Of bunker dire, or grievous cuppy lies, Or bents, or whins, or any hazard sore, And now upon the tee, with visage sad, His driver breaketh he, or fans tho air; Whoreat most like a pirate doth ho swear, And leapeth up and down, an he were mad ; Anon, with frequent stroke, be gains the green, And puttoth to and fro, with frantic mien, And many a naughty oath, and word of portent bad. THE CADDY. With air indifferent and demeanor high, Or rude derision and unfecling mirth, Ho viows tho Duffer plough the patient earth, Or whirl the futile lid against the sky; Or haply, kindlier mannered, with no dearth Ot empty counsel doth the Duffor ply, And prattles of the clubs and of tho lio In words unmeaning, and of little worth, Duffer, bo thine to him a gonerous hand ; He seoth things to others all unseen; Finds tho lost ball woll up upon tho green; With artful kick redeoms theo from the sand, Or, should tho score tho plous fraud demand, Counts fivo, instead of seven, with countenance serene. George Norman. Cartous how warlike John Bull ts when he finds the right-sized adversary. And he Is always finding bim. comicbooks.com