Life — December 4, 1902 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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488 HERE’S a Union for Teamster and Waiter, There's a Union for Cabman and Cook, There's 2 Union for Hobo and Preacher, And one for Detective and Crook. There's a Union for Blacksmith and Painter, There is one for the Printer, of course, But where would you go in this realm of woe To discover a Guild for the Horse? He can't make a murmur in protest, Though they strain him both up and down hill; Or force him to work twenty hours At the whim of some drunken brute’s will, Look back at our struggle for freedom— Trace our present day's strength to its source, And you'll find that man’s pathway to Glory Is strewn with the bones of the horse. -LIFE- To a Quiet but Useful Class. The mule is a fool under fire ; The horse, although frightened, stands true, And he'd charge into Hell without flinching 'Twixt the knees of the trooper he knew. When the troopers grow old, they are pen sioned, Or a berth or a home is found ; When a horse is worn out, they condemn him And sell him for nothing a pound. Just think, the old pet of some trooper, Once curried and rubbed twice a day, Now drags some ragpickers’ wagon With curses and blows for his pay. T once knew a king of racers, The best of a cup winning strain; They ruined his knees on a hurdle, For his rider's hat covered no brain. I met him ogain, four years later, On his side at the foot of a hill, With two savages kicking his ribs, And doing their work with a will. Christianity Has Gone on the Stage. H TAS America “- decided to shelve Chris- tianity along with the clas- sical mytholo- gies and other religious beliefs which have had their day? The liberal use we are making of Bil- lical ysub- jects on ms the American stage might lead one to think that we have placed our objects of reverence in the same class with the gods of Olympus and the deities of the Nile. Considerably less than a decade ago the mere suggestion, publicly made, of a love affair between Judas Iscariot and Mary Magdalen would have roused:a hurricane I stroked the once velvety muzzle, I murmured the old name again. He once filled my purse with gold dollars; And this day I bought him for ten. His present address is eet Pastures,” He has nothing to do but to eat ; Or loaf in the shade on the green velvet grass And dream of the horses he beat. Now a dog—well, a dog has a limit ; After standing all he thinks is his due, He'll pack up his duds some dark evening, And shine out for scenes which are new, But a horse, once he’s used to his leather, Is much like the old-fashioned wife; He may not be proud of his bargain, But still he'll be faithful through life. And Lenvy the merciful teamster Who can stand at the bar and say: “Kind Lord, with the justice I dealt my horse, Judge Thou my soul to-d: SATUS Spirit of Boston Man; CaPTaiN CHARON, WILL YOU KINDLY SHOVE THIS RAPT OP YOURS ALONG PASTER? 1 4M IN A HURRY, Lays. “GREAT Ca#san's onost! 1'VE GoT aNoTur $ I'VE GOT & LITTLE DISPUTE ABOUT SOME @HAKESPEARE-BACON CRANK ABoARD."* comicbooks.com