Life — December 10, 1903 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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MELANCHOLY DAYS, We're bored to death by arguments on Russia and Japan, The barge canal, on politics, does Kipling’s poetry sean? Will Langley ever sail through space? Will Peary reach the pole? Is Macterlinck a dramatist or poet of the scul? WII steel securities be squeezed until they're limp and dry? Will Carnegie be poor enough in fifty years to die? Oh! what's the uso of anything? What matters how or where? And yet we keep on living, and keep right on breathing air; There's nothing new to startle us, same sun and same old moon, Same getting up for breakfast, same grab-bag lunch at noon; Same stories by same authors, and same songs, and same old plays, The same old smoky autumn and the same Novem- ber days: ‘ochester Post-Express. AN INTERNAL DIFFICULTY. Little Archie Richards, at the close of the Thanksgiving dinner, sat at the table with bis face suffused with tears. His mother was greatly troubled. With a sweet smile and with gentle intonation she put one arm around her little baby boy, and asked: “What {s it mamma's Httle darling wants?” But “mamma’s little darling” continued to cry. Mamma made another effort to find out the trouble. “Does mamma's baby boy want some more cake?” she asked. “No'm,” sald the child, while the tears con- tinued to flow. “Does be want some more pie? she further inquired. “No'm,” he further replied. “Well,” said the mother, making a last effort to reach his case, “tell mamma what baby wants.” The little boy managed somehow to say between sobs, “I want some of this out I've got in.”"— Lippincott’s. Ronert is not yet four years old. One day his mother saw him looking intently at a medallion representing “The Judgment of Paris.” Presently he asked, “What is it about, mamma?” His mother told him the old story of the golden apple and the beautiful woman, adding, half play- fully, as she finished, “Now, whom do you think the more beautiful, Rebert™ He studied earnestly a minute, then replied, “I can't tell, because they haven't their clothes on."— Harper's: Magazine. Grorce Moone, the novelist, bas accumulated from his residence in Ireland a number of Irish anecdotes that are not included in bis book, “The Untilled Field." Mr. Moore says that he was walking one day In a Dublin street when an undertaker’s assistant passed bim, carrying on his shoulder a coffin un- usually tiny. A young man stopped the assistant near Mr. Moore. “Is {t possible,” exclaimed the young man, “that this coffin is intended for any living creature ?* —New York Tribune. In response to J. B.'s request for the words ot an old Irish ballad describing the finding of Moses by Pharaoh's daughter, a number of friends have Kindly come to cur asststance. Most of the ver- sions sent are taken from old scrapbooks of five and twenty years ago, and no two are exactly the same. One correspondent says the author was “Michael Moran, one of the last of the street minstrels of Dublin”; another alludes to him simply as “an odd old character in Dublin over fifty years ago, who composed other quaint and amusing lines.” Here ts what seems to be the best version: “On Aygypt's banks contagious to the Noile King Pharaoh's daughter wint to bathe in stoyle She tuk her bath, thin walked upon the land And to dry ber Royal Pelt «he ran along the -trand ‘Tripped by a bulrush, lookin’ down she saw A smiling ‘babby’ on a wad of straw. Thin to her Ro; Malds she erled in accints woild, ‘Tare an’ Ages, Gurls—which of yes owns the choild?"* é One version has these additional lines: “Tis none of yours, you're moighty quick to say, And true it Is—I've known you many a day. Well, since we've found him in this bed of roses, By all manes let us christen him ‘Howly Moses New York Sun. THE AMBITIOUS CLIMBER. Tue Guipe: Well, here we are on the peak at last. Tue Tourist: Oh, guide, do you mean to say we can get no higher? Don't say that [ can ascend no further! Tur Guior: Well, you can climb up this alpenstock if you want to. It's seven fcet long.— Chicago Tribune, LET US ANSWER ONE. WESTION IN PRINT WHICH OUR SALESMEN ARE ASKED EVERY DAY Why is the Angelus better than any of its imitators ?—other piano players ? 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