Life — December 25, 1902 — page 42: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IT 18 SvCH A GLap ME PEELING, WHEN, IN ORDEK TO GET ATEAD OF IS HATED RIVAL, A MAN THAVELS TWO HUNDRED MILES TO MEET HER AT A CHKISTMAS HOUSE PARTY, AND THEN PINDS THAT SHE HAS ALREADY ACCEPTED THE OTHER MAN. The Rehearsal. V (7 ITIL Sylvia's aid, Vd decked and dra delier With mistletos “ Christmas will soon be her msel dear, ed the chan- cried she, Her eyes up-glancing roguishly, “ How awfully jolly!" Swift from her look Teaught the eue. Who'd not, with x oe in view, And dare to meet reversal? “A lack of practice, sooth, were sad !” I said to her, and—well, we bad A kiss-rehearsal ! Clinton Scollard, €Q ANTY, my son, how wonld you like kK Toccata—Adagio. | YRICKED and evaded under the mistletoe, I vowed she should not foil my latest chance, Then when the clock struck twe d all our dance Broke, and we hushed to hear the old year go: Yet though the kiss was mine by right, and though the clock we stood, it seemed a crime : For sighing ‘‘Good-by!” and “ O these tears of time!” Wet eyes she ga at knelling long and slow. But while the last stroke lingering closed the year, She dropped the mask, this rogue, this jade, O this a !—she turned, and all one flout and fleer nked up the stairs her rally of rakish skirts : . ‘Are all girls flirts? Happy New Year!” she trilled, and blew me a kiss, J. Russell Taylor, “TPHEY have places at Newport, Lenox, Richfield aballoon fora Christmas present?” “TI would like a balloon, pa, aboveall things on Earth!" Springs, Los Angeles and Florida.” “But where is their home?” “They haven’t any.” “THE SCN 18 NOT THE ONLY THING THAT CAN MELT AN ICY wragt.” comicbooks.com