Life — July 18, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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LIFE His Object. HAVE something to say to you.” It was three o'clock on Saturday afternoon on the Clover Leaf golf links, and all was animation. Caddies in front of them, cad- dies behind them, and they themselves only one Jink in the long chain of players that formed a zigzag milky way over the fresh green of the country “Yes,” said Minkleigh,as he watched Miss Puffingion’s ball as it rose in the air ahead. ‘TI feel that the time has come when we should be more than friends."" They walked forward and prepared to play again. There was no time to dally as other players were pressing behind them. “From the very first moment I saw you,” continued Minkleigh, unconcernedly sending his ball about ten feet, “T felt differently toward you than any other girl I ever met. Good for you! That was a fine mashie. And when I say I love you—there, I was afraid I would take up too much turf, but uo matter—when I say L love you, it but feebly expresses iny feelings. Even thoagh I have to whisper it that the caddy may not hear, do not think that the feebleness of my voice expresses the torrent in my heart. What a good one! No, indeed, my love for you is something that cannot be expressed in words, Ah! In the bunker, but what matters it ? “Mr. Minkleigh,”? said the girl at his side, sharply, “what is the matter with you? Why do you choose this hour and this crowded links to make such a declaration?” Her wooer gazed at her with a confident smile. imply this,’’ he roplied. ‘Love, you know, is so much more powerful than golf, and I thoaght it might help me to go arovad this links once in my life without losing my temper. Tom Masson. As I was saying —" A Common Soldier. [ 23 Jest a common s And I'm not ¢ For when you're up « jer, so of course it doesn’t matter, nplai ther of my I st it what's the use And [know that [deserve For [raised my band a And they say, besides, Lcursed hint for a funk; And [know it's no exense to I Ani to try to crawl by an f talk and elatter?— T used to be a sergeant, with a record of the best, And a model, said the ¢ ; And tho’ I took a glass of beer along with all the rest, I never got too heavy for my For when a I n, for reeru set a glass of beer, And drink it in a decent sort of way, Why, it stands to sense and reason that he'll drink his beer in season, And not go play the hog on all his pay. One day we had a visit from a temp'rance delegation, That was doin’ up the land from coast to coast And T heard ’em tell the Colonel ‘twas the ruin of the Nation To allow the sale of liquor on the post. Now, the Colonel tried to show 'em, in a soothin’, w . calmia’ That experience proved this method was the best — “We'll not compromise with sin, not a s.agle drop of gin!” They exclaimed, and touched the ribbon on their breast. It seems that they reported when they'd landed back in port, On the awful state of things that they had seen; So Congress come together on the strength of that report, And they voted to abolish the canteen, Oh, the churches all applauded, and the parsons said ‘Amen!’ And the Christian Temp'rance Union gave a cheer— “We have rescued and reclaimed,” these holy ones ex- claimed, “The army from the curse of sellin’ beer!” Lut the soldiers of the army they are g to the dogs, While the keepers of saloons are growin’ r A-sellin’ to the soldiers stuff that isn’t fit for hy That knocks you out and lays you in the diteh, Now, I'm justa common soldier, so of course it doesn t matter, And I'm not complainin’ neither of my lot, Twill bear it without finchis’, for I've heard the bullets patter When the rifle in my hand was growin’ hot Lut [can’t help thinkin’ sadly of the boys they so badly by listenin’ to this Woman's Temp'rance rot. ads so trim and jolly they have ruined by their ly, In forcin’ men to be what they are not. William Wallace Whiteiock. FORE WA ihe fe Yellow Fever Culex : Jones vert J. Matarius Anopheles : ANOPHELES, HAVE YOU SENT YOUR BILL INTO NO, IE WAS ONLY RECEIVED MY NoTE. comicbooks.com