Life — May 7, 1903 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE To His Readers Tis Lirt after to come 's intention he his readers on the first week of to every month with a colored cover and a more capacious interior — more capacions by several pages. In the present Number— Buds and Blossoms — he hopes that his friends may find a corresponding pleas- ure. me L O you have any trouble in making both ends meet?” 4+” “Not the slightest. We gave up trying when the country began to get so prosperous.” Her Journey. GHE was undoubtedly a beautiful girl ¢ out of her house in the little suburban hamlet in which she lived, with a small hand satchel in her hand, Jones, who had come out of his house at the same instant, to catch the in, ran nearly a quarter of a mile to help her with her chel. “Ah, good morning,” said Jones, “Let me take that; but I insist!” And they trudg toward the station togeth Jones hated to carry anything. He never would do it for his But this, of course, was a different proposition. When she got on the train bound for the Metropolis, the car was wife. crowded, She was, howe’ girl. * Won't you have this seat Her pretty lips closed in a dignified * All the married men who had been too late sank back to their papers, each of them envying in his heart the one who was now obliged to She was such a beautiful girl. When the train rolled into the Metropolis she passed through the station and out into the street, where she stood on the cor- ner and lifted her dai hand to the first: motorman who clanked by. This motorman was particularly cruel and hard- hearted. He w bout to give his car an unusual burst of speed. Suddenly, however, he slowed up—and stopped. He, too, had noticed that she was a beautiful girl, The nearest man in the car was industriously reading the ntered, but by some suhtle alchemy of the soul atonce and offered her a seat. It took him buta stant to divine how beautiful she was. She got off ‘Three men tumbled all over themselves to give her passage way, Two men on the out- side got off to give her room, Two more men who were getting on bowed and waited obse usly while she alighted. The conductor, who had been shouting “step lively ” to every one, acted as ifany kind of hurry was the last thing in the world for him. The man at the door of the dry goods establishment swept it open as if she had been a queen. The floorwalker hurried to her side as if she had been a magnet, although a moment before two old ladies had been looking for him in vain, She was a beautiful girl. She stepped to the ribbon counter. as has already been remarked, a beautifal And so a dozen men sp in- goods store “T would like to see,” She: SUR'LL say. He: 407 she said, and then followed some minute description of the thing esired, couched in feminine terms. What's that?” She went over the description uw, don't think so.” All out. Next week, maybe.” + Well, have you— “Naw, we don’t keep such tings.” ‘The beautiful girl—and she was a very beautiful girl—passed on, while Mamie, the first saleslady she addressed, turned again to Maggie, the second saleslady. “Say, she t'inks because she’s 2 good looker she’s entitled to the earth, Weil, I wouldn't show her a ting.” I BELIEVE YOU CALL EVERY GIRL YOUR DIVINITY, JUST TO SEE WHAT. YES, UM A DIVINITY STUDENT, YOU KNOW, comicbooks.com