Life — December 13, 1900 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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IN. LAPLAND, They sat together, side hy side, And talked Inside the doorway Of Lapland, where the Laps abide, Northeast of Norway, “No winter there a horse could spend, Twould freeze his very mane, dear. And so the natives must depend Upon the retadeer. Her breath the maiden quickly caugh And then she murmured, * On, di And twittered saucily, “1 thought It was the snow, dear 1"? And then, in Just @ Jitty more (Where maidens oft by hap tand, And where, of truth, she'd been before, She was {n lap-land — St, Lous Post-Dispatch. Frank F. Moone tells a significant story of the influence of imagination upon health tn “A Journalist's Note-Book " : A young civil servant in India, feciing listless from the excessive heat and long hours et work, consulted the best doctor within reach. After examiulag im carefully, the tor sald, gnively : + L will write you to-morro' The following day the soung man received a letter telling, him that his left was gone and his heart seriously affected, and advising him to lose no time in adjusting his business aifales. “Of course, you may live for weeks,” the letter sald “bat you had best 1 important matters undecide Within twenty ours he was seized with an acute For salto by all national News Con London, E. C ‘agland, AGENTS. eat Mritaln. ‘The Inter- ny, Bream's Building, Chancery Lane, pain in the heart, and, as he grew steadily worse, he sent for Une doctor the next day. th have you been doing to yourself?" de- manded the doctor, when he found the young mn confined to bisbed ; “there were uo tndicatious of tuts sort when I SAW you yesterday." “Itismy heart, Lxnppose,” weakly answered the patient. © Your henrt !" repeated the doctor ; * your heart was all right yesterday." “ My lungs, then.* What ts the matter with you, man? have been drinking.”* * Your letter 1° gasped the patient ; “you sald I had only a few weeks to live.” “Are you crazy?" sald the doctor; “1 wrote you to take a few weeks’ vacation in the hills and you would be all rignt.* For reply the patient drew the letter from under the bed- clothes and gave it to the doctor, vens !” erled that gentleman, as he glanced at tt; “this was meant for another man! My assistant misplaced the letters.” The young man at once sat up in bed and made a rapld recovery. The patient for whont the direful prognosis was intended was dellyhted with the report that a sojourn to the bills would set him right, and started atonce. Five years later, says Mr. Moore, he was alive and tn fair health — Exchange. You don’t seem to “Way, Mrs. Parkinson, whatever In the world induced yon to buy that dead black dress pattern? Surely, you dou't think of giving up bright colors at your age? 0, butit was a bargain, and 1 got to thinking It might come in handy, too. My husband's going deer huntiog In the Adirondacks.” — Chicago Tunes Herald. Ata certain review, recently held, ® pompous member ot Parliament found himself on the outskirts of a huge cross Being anxtous to obtain a good view for himself and sine ladies who accompanted bim, and presuming he was wet) known, he tapped a burly cockney, Who Was taking Jay off, on the shoulder, and said tu a peremptory tone: . Make way, there.” Who are yer pusbin’?" replied the cockney. “Do you know who I am, sir?” sald the indignant states man, “I am a representative of the pecple.” “Garo! That ain't nothin’,” growled the man. the bioomtn’ people thelrselves.”” — The King. “We're Wuew last heard from, Dr. Welr Mitchell was wri historical novel dealing with the operations of William Penn; & poem on the nativity; a work on nervous disorders, to be published in ten volumes; a three-act play for closet reading; four madrigals for the Century ; an ode on Frost; poems on Napoleon, the Alpine Shepherd, and the Pansy Blossom; attending to his large medical practice tn Phitadelpuia; aod tossing off eplgrams in odd moments. — Chicago Times-Heratd. “You've been ina fight.” sald ts mother, reprovingiy “Oh, not much of # one,” anawered the boy. + Did you count one hundred as 1 told you when you felt your angry passions rising?" “Oh, sure," returned the boy. * T counted one hundred all right, but I knocked the other boy down first. It’s theouls safe way." — Chicago Evening Post. Tuk Porr: Cam tired of soctal life. Tam going to seek out # quiet nook where I shall see no one and speak 10 00 1d where I shall have perfect solitude. Tue Antist: What a capttal tdea. I'll come with you — Pick-Me-p. Erntorray AGENTS—Messrs. Brentano, 37 Avenue de Opera, Paris, That’s THE WILSON DISTILLING CO., Raltimore, Md. Ghe CHRISTMAS NUMBER of AN EFFECTIVE CARTOON By C. D. GIBSON DRAWINGS BY WALKER K. HANNA, Jr A.D. BLASILTF RICHARDS OTHO CUSHIIN WM. Established 1823. WILSON WHISKEY. What a Decade Does. Pure Rye Whiskey in 10 years becomes rich and soft as cream. Hunter Baltimore Rye is 10 years old, pure from the beginning, and in ten years becomes the finest type of the finest whiskey made. WM. LANANAN & SON, Baltimore, Ma. “LIFE” A COVER DESIGN By MAXPIELD PARISH Artistically Lithographed iu Colors and Gold A DELIGHTFUL SERIES OF X DRAWIN By C, ALLAN GILBERT PATITLED “THE FIVE SENSES"’ A Christmas Extravaganza Artistic and... -eeFumorous STORIES, VERSE, ETC., By MARGUERITE MERINC » S. 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