Life — July 31, 1902 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE:; At Summer Resorts. LITTERING rays, hot from the y sun's gridiron, are shooting down } on beach and carav ‘ai. ‘ Board walks are groaning, and the white sand is all flustered with a myriad attentions. The blue water, never ceasing in its mur- murs, laps the feet of millionaire and underling, and touches vanity and vicissitude, swelling front and . peaked form, emersing all in a countless array of crystalline Fat women and lean men linger in the damp sand with tender looks. Plump maids and college athletes wanton ingenuonsly in the eter- nal blue. Hollow hearts look out at dis- tant sails, and other hearts, teeming with joy, beat in unison to the cadence of the waters. Flies are busy in hotel rooms. Fish are making fatal errors. In the dark, cavernous depths of many a hotel piazza hands meet hands, b ts beat in moon time, and soul RS are being sa} 1. Bartenders are busy, and good old church deacons, made mad by too sudden freedom, lose their balance in other foam than the sea. Many a lonely rock is a party to strange oaths and sundry chirpings that it never heard before. Cupid is working overtime. Red coats flutter in the gentle wind. ‘*Ping pong” is heard from the hotel corridor. Rainy- day poker parties hold afternoon sessions in back rooms, Wives are writing for more money. Husbands are hurrying back and forth, wishing it were all over with. Hotel safes are complacent with riches. Clerks are smiling and registers are lined with heterogenity. While in the dim distance the soul of old Ocean stirs and rhythmically murmurs: “How fickle they are! To- morrow, and they will be gone!" Tom Masson, yea Bills are running up. HH: I am afraid I shall never be able to forget you. Sue: But you can try. SHERLOCK HOLMES. “CERTAINLY, MR. HOLMES, I NEAR THE MEN IN THE TAVERN, BUT HOW Do YoU KNOW THEY ARE DRUNK?" “THEY'RE SINGING ‘THR OLD OAKEN BUCKET.” Pictures. THE announcement that the electrical transmission of pictures has been made commercially practicable by recent inventions, and that the transmissive devices are shortly to be installed by all the great newspapers, will not be likely to affect the laity deeply. The accident of Mr. Tillman and Mr. Bailey looking not unlike Professor Munyon in his severer moods has smoothed the way to something like an adequate pictorial treatment of assaults by Senators ; with Marconi and Santos Dumont bearing at least a fleeting resemblance to Douglas, the Shoe Man, popular science has not greatly suffered; while as for Carrie Nation or Miss Stone, editors have had a choice of Lydia Pinkham and Mme. Yale. This being so, the laity are hardly in a position to appreciate the great stride for- ward which is about to be made. His Vacation. DMPLETON : Been away on your vacation this year? * Vox BuumMer: Yes. Don't I look it? ‘By Jove! so you do. Never saw you looking better. That isn’t the way a vacation always affects a man.” ‘No. Bat this was an exceptionally good place. You probably won't believe it, but it was the most extraordi- nary place I ever spent a vacation in, and I'm going back there next year,as there is nothing like it.’ “Good table?" “Best in the world. Wasn’t a thing I wanted I didn’t hav ‘Pleasant people?” “Delightfal. And the best of it was, it was so informal. We could do just as we pleased.”” “Restful?” “I should say so! Never was in a place where I could rest better.” “ Beds good ?’” “Great! Private bath, too.” “I'll bet it was expensiv “On the contrary, it was the cheapest place I ever spent a vacation in.” “Good heavens, me where it is.” “Home.” I I YMN OF - SCRAPER: God, to Thee. HE: ae: man! Tell THE SKY- Nearer, My You are willing to ad- mit, then, that you are afraid to marry me because I may not be able to support you? Sue: Well, I don't goso far as that, because fear implies a pos- sibility of the thing happening. comicbooks.com