Life — February 8, 1900 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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S15 The Vivisector. ae, ET, compared to him, ‘Jack the Ripper’ was an angel of compassion. He at least slew his victims before mutilating them, but the delicate art of the vivi- sector keeps his victims alive in order to exact the utmost horror of pain from the lacer- ated nerves, and to spin out to the very uttermost spasm of agony the exquisitely sen- sitive filaments of life ” So says our friend The Zoophilist. And this opinion is endorsed by all civilized Gre SE 35 HLT RT 5 ST ay 1 .. eop a ioe f oh, Uncalled For. DV ANAGER: No, sir; it 5 oo won't do, There is 4 too much in the piece. You { > have invented a new situation | bss You have worked in three or “ Wty F four epigrams. It won't do Pgs Tay) i0 at The public won't stand it. 4 wee Avtuor: But surely— 4 . d a “T tell you people don't j ee Sh want anything new ; it makes : “ them think,” { occw DENTAL. — ; 4 “ey ast night I had the most terrible nightmare I have | shirt-waist looked four sizes too small. “Oh, how slowly tho ever experienced.” | days pass! Next month I shall be ten years old and, under the “What was it?” a regulations, eligible for the army. Then atray, AWAY !— “ Tdreamt I was trying to cross Fifth Avenue.” sten |" | The faint strains of a brass band aro beard in tho distance, and as it draws noarer thero is a“ rat-tat, rat-tat "as if tho drum- mers were beating on the sides of their drums, “They're coming, they're coming!” shouted Reginald, and ho drags the Foreigner out into the street with him. From every house and side-strect the women and children come runnii screaming and waving various bits of dry goods, ‘They coming, they're coming,” {s tho ery,“ hurrah for the gallant 3879th!” and with a sudden blare of music the parade turns the corner and enters that street, The Foreigner stands dumbfounded, for tho gallant 3879th, tho last regiment in England, isa rogiment of cripples, and the “ rat- tat, rat-tat” is the sound of the wooden legs and crutches as they strike the cobble-sto: It is a pathetic sight, and as ho thinks of the heroic fight theso Englishmen are making in tho interests of civilization, tho Forcigner’s eyes fill with toars, and ho prays that success may attend the plucky, little nation in its glorious undertaking. The Baldheaded Man. ER Majesty's War Office complains, and with great justice, of the rude way in which the Boers do their Apblings: tt scems that the besleners throw over s hundred Minister: WILY, GEORGIE, U3 SHOCKED! DON'T YOU KNOW Goon LITTLE balls into Ladysmith a short while ago, without once yelling dave DOME GRAVE OR BEDI? if J Fore!" Mr. Chamberlain is sending the latest revised rules Wee eect Le baw Sais eee of golf etiquette to President Kruger. ROOM ON DE ICE ON SUNDAY—SER I” comicbooks.com