Life — July 30, 1903 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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re Te = Johnny: MOTUER, DID YOU SAY GoD mal “res, «Yr pox.” (WELL, MOTHER, COULDN'T UE HAVE MADE IT LEMONADE JUST AS WELL?” boys are so foolish that they'reclever. When Bertie says to Billy : “Said Aristotle unto Plato, * Have another sweet potato ?’” Billy responded : “Said Plato unto Aristotle, ‘Thank you, I prefer the bottle.’ ” And unless she likes that kind of foolish- ness, which I don't believe she does, she wouldn't like Philosophy Four. You don’t think you'll take it? No, I wouldn't if I were you. And you don't want Stockton's book either? No, of course not—not for Miss Montgomery. But you want all these best-sellers? All right, Mamie, I'll send ‘em up. Good-by. on its laurel 109 ‘ls. The waiter had taken the order, and the coast was clear. She looked at him in a coquettish way. “That’s something—"’ she said. “That——"” And then the music started. “Tell, me,’ he roared above the fiddle and the harp, ‘‘ that you do.”” a és 1a. DE ALL THs water? Now, look at that! She buys all sorts of fool books and nothing really worth while. Well, it’s a funny thing, but the best litera- ture is always among the six worst-selling bookal Carolyn Wells, A Metropolitan Courtship. As Det you love me a little bit?” he whispered as he bent over with the bill of fare in his hand. They had just entered one of the most fashionable restaurants in the Metropolis. In the alcove just over their heads the orchestra was resting “T can't now,” she yelled back, while he held his hand to his ear, And so for ten minutes they ate in silence. The music stopped. “Tell me,” he said, *‘ that you love me alittle bit. I have, as you know, at the greatest inconvenience and some expense, got you away from your family and friends to have this quiet little téte-a-téte. We may never again have another opportunity like this. Do you love me?"’ “T think I might learn to,” she said. **But you know I have never had much chance to see you alone. The room is always full of people when you come. But still, I—” And then the band played, and for ten minutes more they talked in the eign language. “Tell me,” he said at last when they were ogain audible, ‘that you will learn to love me. This is the only place I can see you alone, it is true. But in a week or so—” She stopped him with a gesture, while her face betrayed her anguish. “Tt can never be,” she said. ‘ You see, if we should come here to supper every night, the only chance I would have to learn to love you would be during the intermissjons, and for us to be alone together a week under these circumstances would necessitate our taking supper here for the next— " And then the music struck up. Mr, Monk; nur You saip you'p TAKE ME ACKOsS THE RIVER YOR FIrTY CENTS! “U'VE CHANGED MY MIND, AND 1P YOU DON'T PONT UP ONE DOLLAR, 1 DIVE. suet” comicbooks.com