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world loves a lover, but the world is not so much interested in Darby and Joan, Abelard and Heloise or Romeo and Juliet are more fetching. Think how shabby life would have been if Romeo had settled down in Verona, and Juliet had taken to the distaff instead of the balcony.” “Then, you think I had better con- tinue to give my heroine more than one bad quarter of an hour?” “Yes, so long as you give us a sec- “TIPE Life’s Esteemed Contemporaries. If you can't guess who they are, look on page 161. “Like Olive? “Yes—she was excellent as a rel- ish.” “I am like Shakespeare in that. If you will notice, he usually has a pair of lighter lovers. Perhaps you have noticed that I resemble Shakespeare in that respect.” “I confess that I had not thought of comparing you with Shakespeare.” “Poor chap! It’s a pity he lived in those barbarous old days, when there was no scenic effect. After all, each century has its compensations. But I prefer to live in the days of Pinero and pantomime.” “Is the ‘Mantle of Elijah’ to be thrown upon the stage?” “I hardly know yet. Sufficient unto the season is the drama thereof. Dreyfus might like a part in it, but it won't do to irritate the French critics, But there! Rostand fs go- ing to recite Anthony Comstock’s ‘Sonnets from the Sensuous.’ Let us escape.” . JG. A Result of Fashion. N time there were so many changes of the feminine waist line that Nature became aweary and eliminated the stomach from the female economy. Of course, this worked untold hard- ships on the makers of chocolate creams and the keepers of soda fountains, to say nothing of the venders of dyspep- sia cures. . Bat woman was happy. For, not being required to eat, herself, she re- fused to worry over the cook question and made her husband take his meals at a restaurant. 13, Profit. HE profession 1s now thoroughly convinced that tuberculous pulmonary disease 1s emt- nently curable in fta early stages by such slinple means as rest, with constant exposure to the open air of a salubrious region and a generous diet of highly nutritious food.—New York Med- ical Journal, However, the likelihood is that by translating the terms “rest,’’ ‘air’? and ‘food ’’ into good, scientific Latin, these agencies may be prescribed with profit to the practitioner as well as the patient. GHEE: Timew you would propose to me to-night. He: Why? “I saw the moon over my left shoulder.”” WAT a ple eater Emerson was! And when ‘we read what he says of society and soll- tude, of love and character and compensation and Plato, we know that good old New England ple crust has been woven in between the lines. What a solld foundation | Pe and tts bearing on humanity Is that (Alas!) {tts slowly Improving tn {ts quality, This tsa bad sign. There was a time when ple crust was made out of honest flour and lard and water, and baked hard and brown, and when it found tts way into a man’s stomach, it lingered on and brought out bis best powers. Now, and espectaily 1s this true In cities, we have a flaky, porous, artificial crust that may be eaten by a weakling without danger. In other words, ple Is gradually accommodating itself to the degeneracy of the race. It 1a bowing to man's tnfirmity, What will the end be? Let us hope that ple will at least stand still, and retain even its present front of indigestibility, even though that Tay not be anything to brag of. A LL’S well that ends in oil wells. we comicbooks.com