Life — September 24, 1903 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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smudge, and some relief was ex- perienced. At nine o'clock at night, after a meal of smoked meat, ash-sprinkled potatoes and canned peaches, eaten from tin plates, they prepared for their rest. Witherby was tired. also somewhat tamed. “Do you think it would be advisa- ble," he whispered to the guide, ‘to remove any of our clothes?” “No, sir,” replied that individual’ slowly. ‘You'd have a nice time sleeping on those boughs in bare legs, wouldn't ye? And you'll get bitten enough, anyway, when the fire goes down,” His spirit was ALL OVER. T],HE next morning, shortly after daybreak, a solemn and silent couple, their eyelids red with smoke, their faces and hands scarred with punky bites, rode _ precipitately through the forest, back to the station. At last Witherby turned his b! ed eyes toward the partner of his joys and sorrows. “ My dear,” he said, “ what is your idea of heaven? "’ “What?” said Mrs. Witherby. And her husband sighed an antici- patory sigh as he replied : “ New York City.” m Masson, AN ounce of pretension is worth a pound of Faith Cure. THE HARVEST MOON. WORKING OVERTIME, Unsafety. PRIORI arguments are never conclusive, and yet it seems quite plain that a motor car weighing more than five handred tons, and going at any rate in excess of one thousand miles an hour, would be unsafe. Could anybody ride such a machine at such a speed, over ordinary roads, and live? And as for the other snobs, would not they die of envy ? ELLER : I cannot cash this check, madam, unless I know who you are. Sue (haughtily) : I wouldn't accept the money, anyway, from any one who doesn’t know who I am. comicbooks.com