Life — July 3, 1902 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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A HONEY MOON. Career. HE army today offers a career — Boston Transcript. Standing on the brink of world poli- tics, we were like the naked boy at the river's edge in summer. We shivered in anticipation of ‘the plunge. But having plunged, oh! how delicious. As is usual with very great peoples, we include numbers of young men who are too noble to work. Hitherto the rest of us have selfishly left these to get along as best they might, to marry money, to dine out every day, or to starve, as they chose, while we went about our business, ‘This has been a national reproach, and it has been felt as such by the more right-thinking. ‘Tis pleasant, then, to reflect that henceforth there lies before the ambi- tious, yet fastidious youth a wider choice; that the hand which he might hitherto only harden with toil or hang listless in his pocket, he may now im- brue in the blood of his country’s foes. The thought that our statesmanship will not be always equal to providing foes is unworthy of us. jt is not enongh to see visions ; Balaam’s ass did that. Advice to Children. B= gentle to the Crocodile, And tender to the Whale ; Don't jeer at the Hyena’s smile, Or tweak the Tiger's tail. Don't stick pins in the Kangaroo ; Don't giggle at the Goose ; Don't throw bricks at the Cockatoo, Or tread upon the Moose. Don’t flog the Hippopotamus ; Don't pull the Serpent's ears ; Don't pester the Rhinoceros, Or chase the Chanticleers. Don’t tickle Dromedaries’ feet, Or whip the gentle Gnu; To animals be kind and sweet, Whatever else you do. Carolyn Wells. No Comparison. “ HE looks exactly like a missionary.”” ~ “Worse than that. He thinks like one.”” SHE was young and romantic. He wasa ‘foreign nobleman and he wore a uni- form, and over it a long blue cape that hooked in front with the aid of two big gold eagles. They had walked out to the very end of the pier, and the full moon and murmuring waves were fall of suggestion. She leaned over and looked down into the rippling darkness below. “If I threw myself in there,” she said, in a voice that was almost a whisper, ‘“ what should you do?’”’ He leaned over and looked down,—then he straightened back and smiled sweetly. “I should r-r-regret it,” Le answered suavely, The Perch: sa¥,JOUNNIE, THE BAIT 18 OFF TOUR MOOK t a i comicbooks.com