Life — September 11, 1902 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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222 The Songs of Yesterday. [ WONDER in what distant place Sweet Annie Rooney " still is heard, Where ** Daisy Bell" has hid her face, Where “ Doris” tells of hope deferred ? If still some tender chord is stirred * blithe and ga; Who never at a feast demurred ?— Where are the songs of yesterday ? If, in some dusky, moonlit space, “O Promise Me” is gently purred By some old tabby, whose embrace Was never asked a heart to gird? And, with barbaric accent slurred, In some strange country, far away, If Tommy Atkins's” cause is spurred ?2— Whete are the songs of yesterday? And where lives in its ancient grace, “+ Love's Old Sweet Song,” by Time unblurred ? Where does “ Ben Bolt” his thoughts retrace ‘To feed on sorrow’s whey and curd ? Does “ Only Me” still beg a word, Has “Golden Hair" Does * Nancy” mourn her van! Where are the songs of yesterday ? ENVoY. Princes, whose loyalty has erred ‘To these, who wore in turn the The sad, the joyful, the absurd— Where are the songs of yesterday ? Charlotte Becker, Life’s Dictionary of International Biography. RUSSELL SAGE, CELEBRATED old clothes man and coin collector, with a mean altitude cf cight thousand feet above the level of Wall Street, and a chronic ailment called cash, Confidence in himself is the key- note of this young man’s success, When he began his career he lived on two hundred dol laraa year. Some men would have been dis- couraged with this start. But Uncle Russell came of the sturdy material that makes rich vital fluid out of a Hoboken turnip, and by and by, gradually curbing his wildly extravagant nature, he began to cut down expenses to less than half, besides having money in the bank. When Uncle Russell got to be a man and had reached his full growth, he bought his other suit of clothes, and is now living in it. He can be seen every day in the Western Union Building, where he lends money some- times to total strangers who have absolutely nothing to offer in return bat Government bonds or Broadway real estate, The first Monday in every mouth he can be * LIFE » seen at his country home, this being the day + he feeds his horse, dealing out the oats with his own hand and an apothecary’s scale. And on other days he goes to business, tak- ing his vacation on the way to and fro, As an example of what cannot be done with a hundred millions, Uncle Russell is the lead- ing star. His money is done up in asbestos bags for future use. In the meantime, Christmas is coming, and he needs coal. Send it to him as early as pos- sible, as it may go higher, and he can sell it at a profit. Mr. Sage’s favorite occupations are: Sav- ing carfare, trying not to be generous, and succeeding. Principal works: ‘How to Mend Suspen- ders,” ‘Bonuses and Loans,” ‘A Million Made is a Million Saved,” etc. T twenty a woman goes into society to find a husband ; at thirty, to watch him ; at forty, to get one for her daughter. Swords. T[HE sword presented to King Edward by his Indian Maharajah is no merely orna- mental affair. Probably there are few swords in merrie England that are responsible for a greater loss of life. Anyway, it cost fifty thousand dollars, and fifty thousand dollars would have fed quite a few of his Majesty's and the Maharajah’s sub- jects who have lately attained Nirvana by the famine route. The American Invasion in Bulgaria. Some of the London papers are making talk about the ransoming of Miss Stone having greatly stimulated Bulgarian brigandage, as if that were not precisely what we should expect, knowing American enterprise as we do. Unless the brigands get the big-head and fatuously essay to ‘ hog ’’ a larger share of the profits than justly accrues to mere labor, brigandage is likely to be active for some time to come. Anyway, the market conditions are described as extremely favorable, the people who can be fooled about all the time having become wearied, in a measure, of Swiss bell- ringers and Arctic explorers. A Wall Street Episode. ‘TONES: What is the trouble, Brown? You look worried. Brown (iho stammers): Why, it t-t-t-ook me 80 long to te-te-tell my bro-bro-broker this morning to bu-bu-buy a one hundred shares Atchison, stock went up four points while I was saying it. Just think! I w-w-ould have s-s-aved four hundred if I had written it. Tey MISTAKEN IDENTITY. “ BURR, AN’ 1 WONDER CAN THAT BE ME COUSIN MIKE.” comicbooks.com