Life — January 17, 1901 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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“DIRE The Young Man Who Waited. YOUNG man wrote a novel called The Swain Who Swooned, and it made a mighty hit. The critics, when they saw how the feline was leap- ing, raved over it; the people bonght it d nd night, and the name of the uthor was inthe mouths of all. And he thought of leaving his home in the backwoods and g down to the Metropolis that he might taste of the sweetness of popularity and hear praise as well as read it. But on second thought he decided to stay where he was fora little while longer, and then he would go down and join the clubs and read his own book in drawing- rooms and be a lion. And he asked an old man, ‘* When shall I go down to the city to taste my popularity ; a year from now, or shall 1 wait two years?” And the old man laughed in his white beard and said, “Catch the next train if you have time. Popularity has a thousand legs and it is a sprinter.” But the young man scoffed at the advice of the wise old man, and he stayed in the backwoods a year, and then he went down to the Metropolis. And the young girls were all chatte Moth: coxvounn THAT TLAME! sun's aLways OUT WHEN 1 CALL, expected to be raised on the shoulders of the populace and presented with the freedom of the city, and asked to read in the ballroom of Kiegle Sooper’s Hauled-off Wistaria. But—he had waited too long ; the mem- ory of his success was gone; he was no longer It; he was a day late for the proces- sion; the funeral was over; the orchestra had played his piece, and he had not heard it; Hamlet had been given without him, and now it was Othello and he was a Back about the very latest book, and the critics were making up their minds to praise it because it was bound to be suc- cessful. And this worried the young man, Still he Number. And he returned to the back- woods and pondered. There is no use talking fun. He lost a lot of Young man, when popularity pops, hold out your cup. Charles Battell Loomis, “wR. coLpRox, 1 Wi YOUR DAUGHTER MARE! TO ASK YOU FOR THE MAND OP Musical Notes. Loves of song Ond in the recitals of Mr. and Mrs. Georg Henschel amine of delight. Their versattlity of method and their natural gifts enable them to give equal interest to the vocal compositions of ancient and modern composers, their selections running from an arta of Caldara—1670—down to Chaminade’s “ St) étals Jardinter.” USICAL people who have thetr mornings free will be pleased to learn that Mr. Bagby has secured the services of Mme. Nordica and Sig. Cremonint for hits second series of concerts. M358 Liza LENMASN has not, fn her new composition, A Dalay Chain,” attained the dignifed beauty of “In a Perstan Garden,” but she has wriiten some very pretty and tuneful settings for child verses by Robert Louls Stevenson and others Stranger: GOODNESS! WHAT SKYSCRAPERS YOU HAVE IN YOUR TOWN !