Life — September 25, 1902 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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265 He had a duty to perform. He must be careful and not let his money work damage. Besides, he needed that million. got along without it before! Poor Cousin Mary ! Poor Bill Jones! Poor Aunt Winifred ! And all the rest! How had he ever Real Rumors. SEVERAL new trusts were organized this morning. Value of properties, one hundred thousand dollars. Capitalized for one billion dol- lars. Everybody bought, _ It is thought that a vaccination hospital will soon be a necessity in the metropolis. After the patients are vaccinated they will be treated for the particular disease developed. Direcf transpor- tation will be had with Ward's Island. The Historical Novelists’ Union has recently been organized. Eight hours a day will be ad- vocated, and all scabs will be forced to join the Authors’ Club. Up to three o'clock this morning Harper's Weekly bad not changed its policy. If any change occars later, we will issue an extra. The Pullman Palace Car Company has at last opened up a germ department. Hereafter all germs as they enter will be obliged to register their names, and will then be assigned to their respective berths. SNAPSHOTS IN MADES, Salan CONSIDERING THR AMOUNT OF HARM NE HAS DONE TO HUMANITY, f THINK WE ARE ALTOORTHER TOO EASY WITH THE INVENTOR OF THE CORSET. The Heir. ELE ext as get hardly believe it. - He was the possessor of a mil- lion dollars. Yesterday, he was a poor man: to- day, a millionaire. The news—that his plutocratie rela- tive had died—had come so suddenly that he had scarcely had time to re- cover. He would gradually, he knew, read- just himself to the change. In the meantime all his cherished plans would be realized. The dreams of a lifetime would come true. First, there was Cousin Mary. She would always, he had said, have a hundred thousand. He saw heraweet, careworn face now. He would make her happy all the rest of her life. Then there was his sister-in-law Bertha, she who had left her husband and had been struggling ever since against fearful odds. A hundred thousand for her. Bill Jones, his old college chum, was down for fifty thousand. He would insist upon his taking it. Then there was John, and Ellen, and ah! he hadn't thought of Aunt Winifred. After all, there were so many, that, no doubt,Cousin Mary could get along with less. Fifty thousand would be ample. But would she know how to take care of even fifty thousand? That was a question. Maybe it was better to advance her small sums ata time. People who never had had money wouldn't know how to use it. Perhaps, after all, Bill Jones and John and Ellen aud Aunt Winifred and all the rest would be better off without so much, If even one of them went wrong it would be his fault. condy~ , MR. TUBES, I WAS 80 DELIONTED WHEX 1 HEARD THAT YOU WERE SUCII A STAUXCH CHAMPION OF THR TEMPERANCE CAUSE, Mra. Teacup : Tubde; WHY—ER—I'M NoT EXACTLY — “ NOW DON'T TRY TO HIDE YOUR LIGHT UNDER A BUSURL, ‘MR. TUBBS. I KNOW, BECAUSE I NRARD GROROR SAY THAT ‘YOU HAVE BEEN 4 BOOZE FIONTER ALL YOUR LIVE. HE 84ID ‘YOU PUNISHED MORE OP ITTHAN ANY TEN MEN IN THE STATE.” comicbooks.com