Life — November 23, 1899 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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454 -LIFE- account, but that they appear on the fair page headed “Foreign Missions.” Cheerfully will they pay their share of the so-called war taxes, Each revenue stamp they cancel will bring to them the same happy feeling they experience when they drop their contributions into the alms basin, Their voices will be heard as they swell the glad chorus of ‘Millions for missiors, but not onc ceut for conquest !” The mighty volume of sound will reech the wild men that do not perceive the blessings of assimilation, and the ringing words will show them the errors of their ways. The Administration will listen with unspeakable satisfaction And among the missionaries throughout the whole world, as the refrain reaches them, there will be great thanksgiving. Yes, even the little children will rejoice, for the mite chest will be needed no more. G. T. Evans, A Fine Point. STATUE OF LIBERTY : What on carth has driven you © to wearing spectacles? Your good eyesight has always been proverbial, Amenican Eaoxe: I strained my eyes trying to sce the point to this war with the Filipinos. * Beware, and etop in time, as I did, or even you will go stone blind.” . _ MANUEL LEVY was a hard-working and ambitious drummer in the woolen cloth line IIis route lay through the smaller towns in Western New ¥ork, and his employers expected him to “cover” about five of them each day he was out. Emaaucl always tried to reach at the “OW! ME WILL COMR AROUND PRETTY 800N."" end of the day one of the larger cities having good hotels, so that he would not have to endure the hardships incidental to the hard beds and harder dict of the average country hostelry. On one occasion he had had an especially tiresome day, owing to railway delays, and did not reach Rochester until almost midnight. He went as usual to the X—— House, where he was accustomed to stay arid where he was well known. “Sorry, old man,” said the clerk, ‘* but we haven’t got a room in the house, Fireman's Convention here to-day, and they're sleeping in cots in the parlor.” “But you've got to take care of mo,” rejoined Emanucl. “I was never so tired in my life, and there isn't a train out of here to-night. What do you mean, any way, by filling your house up with firemen who will never come here again and turning away regular customers?” “Can't help it, Manny; ask the boss.” “But what am I going todo? I've got to sleep somewhercs.”” “ Hold on a minute—perhaps I can fix you. Do you mind “ARE YOU LOOKING FOR ME, LITTLE BOY?” sleeping on a cot?” a comicbooks.com