Life — April 3, 1902 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Sport in Africa. HERE is a curious animal found still in considerable numbers in Southern Africa. Its habits are some- what peculiar. It is industrious, and gathers with infinite pains a few stones, mud and wood together, wherewith to build its habitation, which is generally found under the shadow of some kopje or in some rocky barren glen. It is omnivorous—fiesh of any sort with the stunted vegetation of its native haunt form its food, to secure which it toils unceasingly. It is quite harmless in its nature, and unless driven to desperation, rarely attacks human beings. This inoffensive creature is now being harried out of the country by Jolly Britons, who, having discovered richness in the land, object to the room occupied by the little heaps of rubbish forming its home. The process of extermination is carried on with the usual barbarity. It is hoped that the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals may be forced to take up the matter, and attempt to check such shocking and wanton destruc- There seems to be no necessity for treating as a ferocious wolf this animal, whose chief peculiarity is a tendency to live quietly, and in peace at home. been forced to turn. There are, of course, the usual hazards of the chase, as the Jolly Britons, unless they hunt in enormous bands, generally get the worst of it. Moreover, it is a costly sport, but the Jolly Britons are wealthy and can almost afford it. Like the worm, it has Love. OVE may not rest until the soul it find, And in that haven win content at last. The body’s best allurements are in kind But a hors d'aucre of the divine repast. A Vaccine Debauch. put fifteen thousand unoffending citizens should sub- mit to compulsory vaccination at one swoop in the City of Boston takes us back to the govd old medieval days. No one pretends that vaccination is an absolutely sure preventive of smallpox. And for an intelligent voter to be forced to stand by while his fantily and himself are inoculated with a filthy poison is—well, that old spirit of ’76 must be dying out in Boston. A Succcessful Color Scheme. VER one bundred thousand men killed, wounded, and disabled repre- sent the total British losses to date in the South African war, “That is my ambition,” said Cecil Rhodes once, passing his hand rapidly over the map of South Africa, ** to bave that all English, all red." It ts getting pretty red now, It must be confessed, aud more good British blood stands: ready to Incarnadine the sot! tn order to gratify Mr. Rhodes’s ambition. —New York Keening It. Old Prob’s Complaint. CONFOUND the people anyway! They never know their minds a day. In Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, It scems I never please at all. When I give heat, they ask for cold; when cold, they kick for heat. The same with fog, hail, wind or snow—they always swear at sleet. If I try rain, they want it dry; when dry, they pray for rain. The Public never was content, and always must complain. comicbooks.com