Life — April 7, 1900 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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“I've licked a dozen revenue stamps for tele- grams 1 sent, I lleked and stuck one on the bill with which pald my rent. U eked a stamp to paste upon a note which | renewed: And then licked another one gusge good I've licked these stamps to show that I respect my country's: will And w id like to lick the man that introduced that bul to make a mort- Washington Statesma Banken Rosentnan directed bis bookk to address a sharp letter to Baron Y— 1 promixed seve nm neglected t te w. wrilte it did not Rosenthal, who ix very excitable, and he angrily penned the following: Dear Baron Y—: Who was it promised to pay up the first of January? You, my dear Baron, you are the man. Who was It promised then to settle on the first of March? dear Baron, Who was it that didn’t settle the firat of March?) You, my dear Ba Who ix it, then, who has bi n his word tw and is an unmitigated scoundrel? nt, Moses ROSENTHAL.” —Exchange Newadeaters ompany, Heeam's Bull AUlrights secured. T SEIS§OR Av NvLLv ‘Tue guests of the hotel were aroused by the ringing of the fire-alarm. Mr. Smart sprang out of bed and it the gas. he sald, to the ep perfectly cool, perfect-ly cool. That's the only thing to do in a case of this kind. Dress yourself, my dear, and 1 will pack tne valises.”” Mrs. Smart rose and tremblingly proceeded to do as she was bid. Her husband hurried to the window and looked out. A crowd was kathering in the street below, and the engines were arriving. ere ts no immediate danger,” he said: the thing to do is, as I sald before, to keep perfectly cool. You attend to your dress- ing, and I will look out for everything else. Mr. Smart bustled about, jamming garments into the valises, and fully looking through each drawer in the dresser to see that nothing had been forgotten, There was a great hub- bub and screaming in the halls outstd: “Ldlots ulated Mr, Smart. “I would be willing to bet that two-thirds of the gu in this hotel will rush out without saving one single Item of their personal property, besides making spectacles of themselves. 1 ni ale jd that, should occasion arise, £ would endeavor to preserve both property and dignity by keeping pertectly cool, perfeet-ly cool, All ready, Penelope? inquired ways # “Yes, Mortimer." Here Mr. Smart threw open the hall doe “But, Mortimer—* said Mrs. Smart. “Well, what Is It, my dear? Anything yor: left behind?” “No-o; but Mortimer, don’t you think », would appear more dignified If you had remes bered to dress yourself?”"—Harper's Bazaar, A PROMINED ely was asserting in ixtle Hall that all the gi natton, “Well, uid an E listening, hakes say he was a Scotchman. To this th would Bugle. other replic Justify the : “But his tale: supposeetion!—Ladyrny A story of the Duke of Devonshire Is p ing the rounds in London. Some tnqulstie nd indiscreet friend asked him what had be one at the cabinet council. The duke key both his countenance and his temper, and» plied: “Well, the truth ts Lord Saltsbury » ketting old, and so am I, and as he speaks a rather a low tone of voice, and as [am rathe hard of hearing, I tell you, my dear f¢ low, anything about it legenant. Een N AGENTS—Messra Brentazs, 37 Avenue de l'Overa, Varin, comicbooks.com