Life — December 14, 1899 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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517 Tragedy. READ tho news with an eyo that’s keen, In spito of the constant jar. My eyes aro glued to tho printed screen As I ait in the crowded car, I seem to read, yet I must confess It's only anawkward sham, Over my kneo is the swish of a dress, What a hypocrite I am! I might have stood when sho first camo in, But it's now too late, I know, Besides, sho may be ugly a6 sin: So I read, as we onward go. I read tho nows, but over the page Thero’s some ono looking . y Ky at me, Ye Jollie sport ‘ NL ins: With a lock of flerce and of huntynge ! { mingled rage, of ye oar .in ye eee oe . 3 / Z And I gazvuloft. 'Tis she! olden time. 7 = ‘ “ : ry ” To think (Ob, my luck is ood . F et bard to beat!) In that one eddy and whirl In the human stream, I should keep my eat From tho mother of my bost girl, Tom Masson, ERY curious things continuo to happen in France. A French Court of Appeals has lately decided that a periodical which Prints a critical review of an autbor’s work is bound to publish tho author's reply to the critic's strictures, This decision seems to put tho French press at the mercy of authors who can, if they choose, take up most of the space in the reviews by their answers, The most obvious remedy would be to stop re- Viewing the books of all authors who aro inclined to talk back, and that is feasi- ble enough, though it might cause embarrassment to lite- rary journals, Successfuland woll-paid authors, it may be observed, are rarely willing to spend their time refuting critics, It is the writers who can't write and whosetime is not valuable who would ine undato the reviews with their reeriminations, BUT TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND HUNTING THE BOER 18 NOT SO MUCH OP A SPORT.