Life — December 26, 1901 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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* LIFE a little volume of Job in his pocket to read in the cars. Ho is ulso addicted to Shakespeare, Hux- ley, Herbert Spencer, and fellows of that sort, think he takes IN THE SANCTUM. them as an antidote to a great deal that he tastes in sifting Lirr’s food. Wo are a happy family, And in periods of abuse and strife there is consolation in J. B. KERFOOT. numbers. Hence, dear Reader, if ia Live’s “ The Latest Books.” pages you sco something that offends you WILL CRAWFORD. splendid scale, Its:tyranny and its sodden avarice aro fully ap- preciated only by its victims, Against this thing, tbis colossal vampire of the Amorican Stage, Mr. Metcalfe bas made—and is still making—tho kind of fight that takes no backward step. It is a fight for a principle—and for the dignity and honor of dra- matic art. Those readers of Lire who derive enjoyment from his pages are beholden, largely, to the baby of the family—that is, to Mr. Masson, He is comparatively modern; tho youngest of us all, his birth having occurred within the memory of men now living. He suporintends Lrre’s diet. He selects what shall go into him. And this is far loss playful than it sounds, for Lire: tries to be particular In the little picture, hore alongside, be is. having fun, dropping a manuscript into the waste-basket. But the picturo ts mislead- ing, for the fleld of humor is a hard one to hoo; there are so few good potatoes to the hill! And nothing on this terrestrial globe is sadder than a merry jest that falls fo its merriment. Mr. Masson, in his labors of discovery and selection; in boiling and ex- pansion; in polishing and readjustment; in doctoring metro and soothing outraged feel- ings, does a hard day’s work, now and then, and the look upon bis face is less serene than here depicted. Tho other day ho was carrying C. M, EBERT. comicbooks.com