Life — May 24, 1900 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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a fierce rival of the present bead of the Whittler home. He had proposed, been rejected, and gone West, where be had been heard from during long intervals. “Yes,” replied Mrs, Whittler, “they say he has been very prosperous, I should like to ask him to a dinner party, but, of course, dear, if you can’t afford it——” “*Who said I couldn't afford it?" said Whittler. “Why, didn’t you?” asked his wife. Whittler turned around and faced her. ‘You give a dinner party,” he said, ‘and you ask him to it, and don’t stint anything, wine, food or guests, I'll give that raw Westerner the best dinner be ever had, if it costs me a million!” Love's Address. (Before Any College, Male or Femate.) ADIES AND GENTLEMEN: T have not been allowed to enter ‘This learned centre, Knowingly, because I am not the kind of knowledgo They spread at College; Unfathomed, but felt, I need no disser- tations On my frequent visitations; For beneath the cap and gown of learning, ° I come, analysis spurning, And appeal to the heart — That vital part Which Professors cannot reach, To teach, I invade the laboratory, where grim vessols, And grimmer mortars and pesties, Stand in harmony with tho student's face; Tenter, and take my place Beside him at the laboratory table, And give him a twingo of Mabel, Or any other maiden; And his hands, vessel-laden, Are my slaves, self-poised, while he, ltuled by me, Gazing into inflnite space, With a softer face, Forgetful of his chemical test; Forgetful of the fluid and the rest; Feels his heart begin to beat tho fastor, And knows Iam the master! “PRETTY PASS TO COME TO! I go where a maid is bending, In unending Study of a flower under the microscope, In the hope Of making a roso moro a rose, Through what sho knows, Tknow a rosebud in her hair Would bo a thousand times more fair; I send tho color to hor face, With subtly graco; And sbo—ah, well—I ercop into her heart, And make her start, And read into tho rose, a world the microscope Would have no hope Of unalyzing, Or devising. Thero aro those who can fathom any- thing, and seo Everything but me; There aro those who, pondering over ponderous lore, Would fain exploro My realm; still, I neod no teaching — Lam far-reaching; Unscen, I come and enter This learned centre, And do my will as best I can, With maid and man; And 60 They know Without study, as much of Lovo, as they do of knowledge Gained at College. Montrose J, Moses, BRATEN BY ONE'S OWN WIFEL! Pare! Bnoe SIX UP AND PIVE TO PLAY 11!" Julian Ralph's account of the ride to Bloemfontein, in the wake of the British army, is the following paragraph: Of all the pitiful, heartrending sights I have ever seen, none has compared to this view of hondreds upon hundreds of dead and dying horses on this one hundred mites of war's prome. nade, The poor beasts had done no man any harm. in fact, each one had been a man's reliance — and to eee them tattered by shell and then ripped open by vultures before they were dead, was enough to snap the tenderest chords in one's breast. They had not deserved and they could not understand their horrible ill nck, For some reason, hundreds had dragged themselves to the main road, and then had die’, either in the track of the wagons or by ite side. What a pity that they could not have known the object of the war! If the high and mighty purpose of the British Government could but have been disclosed to them, a purpose which dims to subjugate a weaker power for the sake of conquest, while the pulpit lifts its voice in prayer for success—no doubt then these poor brutes would have died happier. A Worthy Charity. ONEY given to St. Anna's Cottage, the summer vacation home for poor people of the East Side, will be givenina good cause. This charity is under the care of the Sisters of St. John Baptist,