Life — December 25, 1902 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow ; keeper gazed at him sympathetically. “ Haven't you got a wife?” she asked. “ Of course I've got a wife,"’ the man PEATE LIFE ACO t€ “YOU ARE TOE SMART BOY WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS, HEY?" replied. “ My wife is president of the Wom- ‘emperance Union, secretary of the Ibsen Guild, chairman of the Society for the Grooming and Rehabili- tation of Homeless s, on the Inves- tigating Committee of the Breakfast Food Club, vice-president of the Fed- ‘ration of Young Mothers, business manager of the Journal of Rhyth- mic Psychosis, and Promoter of the Historical Novelists’ Redemption S ciety. Will yon come?” “Is your wife ever home?" asked his companion, “Yes, she’s home once a week, from four to six. Will you come?” And firm in her sense of duty the woman replied : “Yes, sir, 'li come, bat only Wy on condition that I can have QV Ky S iny afternoon off on that day!” ‘ les how merry —_ bis posélikea chery; NEVER fool with a dead” > live wire ; the business end of a wasp; or a woman's private opinion. was drawn up like a bow, np of a pipe he heid tight 1a his teeth, e, It encircled bis head like a wreath “ TPHEY don’t take any account ofdis- positions at deg shows, do they?” “Oh, no! W. if they did, any old mongrel might take the first prize.” looking fur a position as house- Epistle to [listletoe. MBTLETOE, holly, +NV.L Frolic and folly, Evoryone jolly Once ina yoar! Carols and kisees, Barrols of bilsses, What a time this ts; Christmas {s hora! For a whole day now, Fling care away now, Lot us be gay now, All {s good cheer! Tears may como after; Now, only Laughter Shakes tho old rafter: Christmas is here! White spray, I wonder If I should blunder Kissing Roso under That chandelior ? That is Love's diet. I mean to try it Once on the quiet. Christmas is here! So, thon, here goes, you Sweet little Rose you: Who would suppose you Could be so dear! Lip like a cherry, Much sweeter, very, Let us make merry: Christmas is here! Tight in my arm then, What was tho harm then ! Without alarm then Ina pink ear,— Suddenly bolder, Over her shoulder I leaned and told her: “Christmas is here!” Feliz Carmen, WIS LITTLE came. comicbooks.com