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The Boer as He Isn't. AYHAP our English cousins errin talking too much about the sinfulness of the Boer. The Boer, we notice, lies very low and is saying very little, All our informa- tion seems to come through British hands, and we hear that the Boer is a very unpleasant person, dirty and half-civilized. And now we also learn—through British sources—that heskulks behind rocks and fires on flags of truce, and is 8 (0ith marked hesitation) : M with assumed gaiety) Margaret, Is the water Margaret : An’ shure, wus It that ye be afther thryin’ to blab, an’ me a-washtin* me tolme to Iisten toyes! Be off wid ye Mistress; I'm real sorry T distnthed you, @ Ilttle—only a little—overdone, and 1 Just Was asking you If the fre was the Aud, O Margaret, those rolis were beautiful. rnded dignity) : Indade, thin, an’ Ul not shtay no more wid tice, (Exit disdabnutty.) forgive m Marqaret (roi me as ts giv Mistress: Dear, 1 feel the spell appr What have [done t *CIPE«. dreadfully afraid of English bayo- nets; that be deserts by thousands, and is whipped into line by bis officers. All of which, added to his being dirty and half-civilized, makes him out a most contemptible thing. And, then, we were thoroughly informed as to his unprecedented sinfulness in times of peace ; of how he refused to give up what the good Englishman wanted ; of holding on to what he considered his own, These, of course, were wicked DOMESTIC garct —er—dld you — was tt — that — 3 ¢ (retentiessty) : Well, mum, out wid It! Mistress (stercty retveating) : What L meant to say was—well,—/aside) My courage fails me. Lotling? Maggle dear, but Fld mean to tell yi And her wages only Just paid, T must call up the di g. There's another slege of ser’ at prostration, (Exit tearfully.) that your steak was use, But Lhope you'll lolkes 0° you, cue “WHAT'S THR MATTER, DARLING?" “OH, MAMMA! I THINK I'VE GOT A FROG IN MY THROAT.” traits, exasperating to the disinter- ested British speculator. Nevertheless, we would counsel more truth and circumspection, especially in a war of this kind where there is a widespread suspicion that the aggressor isentirely in the wrong. And it certainly behooves the ag- gressor to appear as charitable as the arduous labors of extermination may permit, A Serious Prospect. ITTLE Bobby began attending church regularly a fow weeks ayo, but it was not thought that tho services had particularly impressed him, as tho only effect on him noticed by tho family was that tho sormon morely acted as a soporifie. Last Sunday, however, Bobby must have remained awako longer than usual. The sermon was on tho wonders of the creation, particularly the miracu- lous origin of Eve. The next day an unusually active gamo of tag resulted in Bobby's running into the house, and with an expression of combined ar guish and terror, callingto his mamma: “Ob, mammal I’ve an awful pain in my side. Say, mamma! You don’t suppose I'm going to have a wife, do you?” Hobson—Dewey— Buller. THESE heroos— erst extolling— A ficklo public drops: Folks chaso a ball that's rolling, And kick it whon it stops, comicbooks.com