Life — May 2, 1901 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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[OOS INK OME time before his death \O- Maller undertook, at the his friends, to write a more perso of his life than that given in Auld Lang Syne. That portion of the work completed at the time of his death last October is now pub- lished under the title of My Autobiography, A Fragment. Unfortunately it carries one scarcely beyond the beginning of the Pro- fessor's carver at Oxford, and gives little in- licitation of al account sight into his views upon the subject of his life work outside his Sanskrit studies. It does give us, however, an unconscious pic- ture of avery broad and lovely character. (Charles Scribner's Sons.) For A Question of Silence Miss Alex- andra M. Douglas has constructed a very good plot and excellent characters. Mut this promising ma i be termed a Sunda the children . and the grown ceived some ary style, where le to talk copy-boo people kept forever conscious that their main duty is to pointa moral. (Dodd, e of light summer fiction Dupes, ts Mumford, is entertaining It gives the history. ¢ founding of a new “ religion expected way in which the successful cult reacted upon one of its founders, (G. P. Putnam's Sons.) and novel the and the un- It is now nearly six months since a book has appeared dealing with Vhiladetphia during the Revolution. ‘To read Betsy Koss, by Chauncey C. Hotehkiss, the is like coming home after a long absence, It scems so natural to meet George W again! (D. Appleton and Compa The for whom the sea, its beauty, its romance and its mysteries, have a fascina- tion, will enjoy T. Frank Bullen’s book, A Sack of Shakings. atins thirty- five articles rangi yarns, fore shington y.) and is entirely free from all * the-to'gal’-bolins style of (McClure, Phillips and Company.) Ow Fate and the Zodiac is the title volun ofa by Margaret Mayo, whieh is a com- book and summary of and superstitions. Aw introduction in which the author a n logic for the «lds an unintentional omic. (Brentano’s.) gttes with more seriousness tha of these beliefs strain of the serio. A little book of fairy tales, by Helen Wells, called King K' he Witch, wdness and *LIPE » should be welcome to entertainers children, (C. W. Bardeen, pf small ‘yracuse, J.B, Kerfoot. A Mistake. | T was the usual scene at the wharf ~ of the steamer just in, arrived from Europe, as the passengers, hud- dted together in a pen by themselve: were being kept in waiting by the custom house officials. Suddenly the head inspector, paus- ing in his scrutiny of the wee bit of humanity held in the arms of the nurse, turned to the mother and said : ** Madam, was that child born in this country ?"” “ He was not. “He belongs to you, does he?” “* He does.’” “Then you are bringing into this country an article of foreign importa- tion. I shall have to send him to the warehouse to be stamped and checked." “But that baby is mine. What do you mea 2? Surely Ihave a right to my own ‘The inspector smiled. ‘You only think so, madam, This is the New York custom house. The government has instructed me to make as much trouble as possible and I'm going to do it. This is a contraband article. You had it covered up with a cloth to get it in free of duty, It will have to be held.” The mother pointed toa man on the outside, who was gesticulating madly among the throng waiting to weleome their friends and dear ones home. He had just arrived. “That gentleman there,” she said, “is my husband. If you harm a hair of my baby’s head, he-will-kill you !"" The inspector turned, and his face grew pale. ‘* An error !’’ he muttered under his breath. He bowed to the ground and opened the gate. “A thonsand pardons," he mut- tered. ‘Forgive me! Why that is Mr. Solomon-Isaacs, one of our largest manufacturers. Of course his child comes in free.”” News. “V THAT'S your son been doing in the Philippine “ Fighting for his country.” “What! Has he turned Filipino?” The Merry Magnates. A Financial Farce-Comedy. (The scene ts latd on the steps of the Sub- Treasury, by special permission of Mark Hanna. The Agure of George Washington ta discreetly veiled Jor the occasion and moved to one side. The tage is filled with messenger boys, “curbere” and hurrying spectators of all kinds, As the curtain goes up.in a burst of music and amid a cluster of torchlights and a giare of Greek frre, there marches to the front a solid phalanx of Wall Street brokers. All sing) + Sono or tux WALL Street Broke We're an acrobutie caucus of ability And of otherwise neurotical agility We're the bulwark of the nation, And we thrive upon sensation, And we make the most of human im- becilit Canards and pools Are our daily tools, And our wits arg the things we rely on. We love to cram On mint sauce and lamb, And the beds that we make, others lie on. We remove the surplus cash with great rapidit OF those who've brows’ humid As a gambling aggregation, We are sanctioned by the nation, And we thrive upon the average cup To go long or short Is our daily sport, And there's never a priest to ex- hort us. Our conscience is clear, While the public dear With its cash is prepared to support us. PECULIAR EXPRESSION IN HOCHEDUER'S EVES WHEN Me 14 CLOSING A BARGAIN. comicbooks.com