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

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Autumn Bulletin GULLREADER & SELLUM Forthcoming Announcement of NEW BOOKS New Rendering of the Rubaiy4t. By Miayon Muawuwp. Mrs. Mugwump is the proprietor of a large boarding house on Lexington Avenue, and between meals has become an expert in Persian dialect. Recognizing the need of something entirely new, she has been at work translating Omar for the past six months, at the earnest request of several of her’ boarders, who appreciate her literary talent. This book is awaited with intense interest. Printed on hand- made floor matting, with cover of Canadian pine shingles. ‘The author has made the type for this y of her own hair goes with The Crisis in Fourteenth Street. By A Group or Experts. A number of articles which have appeared in the papers, written by people whom no one cares about and which attracted no attention, have been thought worthy to put in book form. Among the chapter ‘The Trust in Tammany Diet—Jack Frost and Van Wyck—Platt’s Revenge. Old Colonial Nights. By Oreia CLAMBAKE SpuDWay. onths have elapsed since a h George Washington is one of the leading characters has been pub- lished. But this gap is now filled. In “Old Colonial Nighte” George Washing- ton springs forth with renewed vigor and we sce him now in a new light hitherto unsuspected. But this is not all—John Paul Jones, John Adams, George III., Charles Fox, the author's great grand- parents anda host of” others, literally crowd the pages. To show the local color, we have merely to mention that the ex- clamation, Gadzooks,” appears 401 times, The Blue Dog. A Book for Children. By Daisy Domp.ina. The author spent several years in an insane asylum fitting herself for the work, and illustrations are furnished by a Sunday World artist. It is just the book for a child—the kind you all like. How to Know the Grass. By Amevia Buape PICKET. ‘This intensely important subject is covered by a well-known authority with a zeal and earnestness ich leaves nothing to be desired. he book is handsomely illustrated, showing blades of grass from every State and Territory. To Love and to Leave. By Marion Minuet. ‘This historical novel, which has been run ning the last eight years in Duncey's Magazine, is fully down to Miss Minuet's standard. ‘The scene is laid_in Hoboken during the thrilling days of the Revolu- tion, Three proofreaders fainted dead away while reading it. ‘The plot is out of sight. So is the grammar. Miss uet's picture will appear next week in over eight hundred papers. We know, because we supplied the half-tone cuts. < Hot Hearts. By Mavup S. Mubserry. Mulberry is but sixteen years old, and dithough she has been in literary life but three weeks has already achieved~ a remarkable success, having written several novels. At ibe Sign of the Health nd. By Davin Carum. A new novel by the author of “‘ The Colonial Co erpane” is a distinct event. Im Dai mediately upon reading. the manuscript of this book. we ordered four new Hoe perfecting presses, and ran off a prelimi nary edition of 1,000,000 copies. The Truth About Shakespeare. By Gipeon GUTTERPERCHER. The great scarcity of books about Shakes- peare has been’ so marked ever since he died that Mr. Gutterpercher has kindly cut down his work on the Morning Journal long enough to write out his own complete idea of the great dramatist. The sonnets are treated FROM AN ENTIRELY NEW STANDPOINT. Mr. Gutterper- cber has unique facilities, having on hand a complete file of the Neto York Tribune, and the playwright’s life is shown AS NEVER BEFORE! Among the Bores. A Truthful Account of How I Escaped. By WiteLeton WEED. No more thrilling book than this has ever been penned. A faithful and accurate recital of nearly four weeks spent in literary circles of New York. Among the chapters are ‘ A Night at the Players Club,” ** Mr. Dancey Reads Aloud from His Own Manuse: ””Entertained by Harry Thirsty .” “Talked to by Jno. Deddrick Pangs," etc. Replete wit! hairbreadth escapes. Tragedies on every page. In Flat 316. TPE shades of night have wrapped me ‘round, Upon my humble cot, And ‘mid a slumber soft and sound I dream that cares are not ; But sudden thunder shakes my bed And rumbles, rasps and roars— ’Tis token that the folks o'erhead Ifave moved their sliding doors. Anon again I sleep, and try Once more the land of dreams ; But lo, there swell a lusty ery And shrieks and angry screams. Be calm, be calm, sad heart, for that's My neighbors’ baby sweet ; Just hear the flabby pitty-pats Of “ papa’s"” busy feet ! At last the dawn arrives, and orings The morning's carols gay, ‘As through the wall a neighbor sings Her ragtime roundelay. And next an incense, rising slow, My kind attention begs, And shouts the fact that down below They're cooking ham and eggs. The morning speeds apace. Above, The baby frets and cooes ; To right, peals forth: ‘O come, my love Beneath, some cabbage stews. ‘Then sharp at half-past one o'clock My ceiling creaks and moans— T list to ‘‘ mamma,” up there, rock And croon in dulcet tones. The eve is nigh. And husbands all Ascend—tramp, tramp !—the stair. I note them kiss-— I note them call-— I note them laugh and swear. ‘ow ‘ baby ’?'s put to bed. “Oh dear, What's trumps?” “It's after ten!” “Jack, don't!"—— ‘“ Ba-a-a-a a-a-a-ah ! ’—— I doze —to hear Those sliding doors again. Edwin L, Sabin, HE Women's Christian Tem- perance Union of Massachu- setts has decided that alcohol is a poison, and that the feeble at- tempts of Professor Atwater of Wesleyan University to demon- strate by scientific experiments that it isn’t, are a total failure. There is no law in Massachusetts against calling alcohol names, and the ladies may call it a poison without fear of penalty if they