Life — December 26, 1901 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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<Fila Boe > AS LIFE RUNS ON. He lays no claimn to perfection, but be means to continue the good Aight for Justice, Cheerfulness and Charity. eerfulness and Charity Lire has continued the good fight. Of his success, how- evor, itis not for him to speak, The verdict lies with his friends, For the curses of his foes, while good for ballast, aro of no avail as motive power, The last decade has been, for Lire, a somo- what varied—often exeiting—record of work and triumph; of conflict and of peace. He has received, we think, in praises and abuse, a more liberal share than 18 usually allotted to a person of his age and size. For many years he has traveled to the remotest corners of tho globo, and he appears to be a welcome guest. His statements and his pictures are borrowed, bought and stolen inTevery language of yo Justice, FRANCIS GIL! From“ How LIFE Began.”—Written in Jan., 1893. the world. He had tho honor, at one time, of being tabooed by tho Turkish Government, with a special curse from tho Sultan, This was all right froma Turkish point of view, as in our com- ments on the Armenian massacres wo wero cer- tainly wanting in respect to that extraordinary ruler, On unotber occa- sion Lire was also hon- ored—at least we were 80 informed—by a special malediction from William of Germany, the offence, in this case, boing a car- toon in which his Majesty was held up to ridicule. But William weakened, for now Lire is always on sale in Gormany, and wo continue togive this bus- tling monarch the full beneflt of our advice whenever ho really needs it, And, speaking of Kings, we havo a photograph of Edward of England facing the camera with a pleasant expression, inspired, no doubt, by the copy of Lrre which lies upon hie desk before bim, Lire is no snob, but ho belioves that oven a king may get wis- dom if ho clings to the right periodical, OUR BOY. A Happy Day. Wo hope—and believe—that the relations between Live's con- tributors and himself are exceptionally friendly and congenial. This belief, that his affection for his co-workers is reciprocated — at least in a measuro—is strengthened by the unfading memory of a certain afternoon in October, 1894. On that memorable day Mr. Millor and I went to lunch, as usual, with no suspicion of what awaited us. When lunch was ovor, and a movement was made as for departure, Mr. Metcalfe gave some reason for sitting longer at the table—a reason which improssed me at the moment as being unduly ambiguous and inconsequential, But it served. So wo continued tosit, Mr, Metealfe, in tho meantimo, disappeared. On reaching the office some minutes later, we wero surprised at finding a scoro or more of our regular contributors seated in a circle, ia the centro of which stood a bronze statue of Lire, by Martiny.’ This statuo was a reproduction in bronze of the stone comicbooks.com