Life — October 30, 1902 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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~ LIFE: Fables for the Flippant, or sop Up-to-Date. (By Carolyn Walls.) THE FOX AND THE Crow. ONCE upon a Time, a Crow flew up to the branch of a Tree, and perched there in the position best calculated to Show off her Handsome Shape and Glossy black Coat. In her Beak she held a Portion of Cheese, which was presumably Sage Cheese, as the Crow was of a Canny, Wide-awake Sort, and well knew what was, or what Per- haps might be What. A Fox, who was passing, observed the Beantiful Crow and her Fine Bit of Cheese, and he Determined upon a Diplomatic Course. “Fair Crow,” he began, as he Looked up, ‘ how well that Black Tailor-Made Suit becomes you. Only a Crow with a Perfect Figure can wear such a Gown.” The Crow Wiggled with Delight at the Fox's Flattering Words, and gazed at her Well-Fitting Clothes with Pride. “Tam in Search of a Prima Donna,” continued the Fox, “to Sing the Leading Part in a new Comic Opera, which is to Be the Hit of the Season. As Your Appearance is all that Could be Desired, I Hereby Engage you, but, Merely asa Matter of Form, may I ask you to Warble a Few Notes?” The Crow Carefully laid her Bit of Cheese on a Neigh- boring Branch, and replied : “Certainly ; But Remember, You, have Already Engaged My Services.” Whereupon she Croaked Raucously,, : Moral: Regular Recipients of Flattery Soon Learn How to Make the Most of It. THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUBE. A TOWN Mouse once Invited his Country Cousin to Dine with him. With all the Airs of a True Mouse-About-Town, he took ‘NO USE HERE POR SHERLOCK HOLMES; TAE CRIMINAL AND TUE CRIME ARE Too ORVIOTS, AN INPANT INDUSTRY—A SOUTHERN COTTON MILL. his Guest to a Brightly Glittering Restaurant and in Its Pantry they Fed Sumptuonsly on Certain Special Dishes for which the Hostelry was Justly Famed. Bat as they were Discussing a Bit of Lobster Newburg and some Drops of Clam Cocktail, they heard the Approach- ing Feet of a Pompous and Overbearing Waiter. “Run!” cried the Town Mouse, and he himself Set the Pace. When they reached Safety, the Country Mouse was Quite out of Breath, and Declared, Panting, that he would Return to his Home, for the Life of a Great City was too Strenuonus for him. “But,” said he, being of a Hospitable Nature, ‘‘do you come Soon and Visit mein My Humble Abode.”’ “That Will I,” replied the City Mouse, and no Sooner had Spring appeared, than he took his Wife and Family and Seven Large Trunks and Went to the Aforesaid Humble Abode in the Country. And there did the Town Mouse and his Large Family Remain, until the Autumn was Well Advanced and the Theatres in Full Swing. Moral: Better the Kind Hospitality of a Country House than a Long Bill at a Summer Resort. Honor. Bz the Little Nation side-stepped and, countering cleverly, rushed the Big Nation against the ropes. “‘Foul!’’ roared the Big Nation. ‘* You hit me below the belt !”” **T can’t reach above it !’’ protested the Little Nation. “* Precisely !’’ retorted the Big Nation. ‘ Haven't I in- sisted all along that the only honorable course for you is to yield?” ‘W HAT the railroads have lost, not having coal to haul, they probably just about made up carrying the delegates to the various conferences called to settle the strike. comicbooks.com