Life — August 15, 1901 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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The Man at the Telephone. W HAT has the man at the other end of the telephone ever done that we should show him the deference and respect that we do? Whatever we are doing we Stop and run when he calls. With whom- ever we may be talking, on business however vital. his ring breaks into our conversation, and we excuse ourselves to attend to him ‘The man at the telephone waits for no one. He doesn’t have to. Everybody waits for him ; everybody hurries to him ; everybody pampers and indulges him. =~ The Hydrant-Headed Monster. Being an Epistle to Paul, From Temperance. T comes! The monster rearing high, Against the lurid Kansas sky, Its horrid, hissing Hydrant Heads, While o'er the shuddering land it sheds A dreary pall of waste and woe And chilling streams of 11*0, Now saints defend us, one and all, And most especially Saint Paul, Thou patron saint of Honest Fighting And Common Sense and Letterwritin, Who one time, for his ** stomach’s &: Bade Timothy the wine cup take ; Stay now this Water Fiend’s advance And save thy servant Temperance Ere Abstinence, that glum wet nurse Of Dire Dyspepsia, Chills, and worse, Blow out the Lights of Love and Mirth, And so asphyxiate the Earth. 0. H. Everybody acknowledges tbat he, of all persons, mustn't be kept waiting. How does he come by such power and privileges? He is usually just an ordinary man like us. His advantage seems to lie in his invisibility. We don't know who he is, and though nine times he may be unim- portant, the tenth time his message may be one we don’t want to miss, There is always agamble in him, Often as he may ring us up, there is every time a chance that we may hear something to our advantage, and we are never willing to risk losing that chance, The aleatory element in him is his strong poiut. Under Whose Law ? TP HIS item from The New York Herald should be of interest to parents : SANDUSKY, Ovt0.—Hena Rengalle, a French girl, who fed from ber home several Weeks ngo to enter a convent fo Paris, and whose mother pursued her wcross the ocean to prevent ber, won the race, and was an Inmate of the convent of Vaugirard whet ber ench capital Rengaite stato urnished by Father Re . chy. with funda to Pay Ber Expenses to Paris. | She sass er daughter promised on entering the convent that she Would never step out- alde tts walla, but that she now deeply regrets her vow. ‘The girl's mother was prostrated when ate found Hena in the convent, and 1s now fll in bed from the shock. No wonder the French, asa people, are waging war against the priests. Here is a skilfully organized institution that might possibly be ashamed if caught stealing a watch, but finds a holy pleasure in kidnap- ping & woman's daughter and holding her a prisoner for life. FE RIGGS nerve, hi Griccs: Nerve! Why ho borrowed my dress suit to go toa wedding, had it altered to fit him, then told the tailor to send it home with the bill, c. 0. D. HEN in Paris, don't do as the Parisians do. A MOLD SIGNATURE. comicbooks.com