Life — February 25, 1904 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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pedestrian, tain village ou £9. ho wanted to know how to get to a cer- sald Mr. Taft, “down this road, and then you turn to the left, and afterward—but I am direction myself, Will you get in and you?" suppose v0,” better than none." mbed up and took bis seat. He was tall with a very gruff, rude manner. Taft tried to entertain him, tried to but he would say little. Once he d: selected a cigar, and turned the case to bis pocket again, He wa wafferable The young man whipped up bis TALE OF A MARTYR. Miss Sophronia Jennie Moddle Studied hygienic twaddle, Till she got it in her noddle That she couldn't And she On the b Where as to what he should do, It was in the days when the yellow journalism craze was at its bel company and the battle for “news” was flerce. The ct! He or asked the reporter to bold the wire a m food— till he saw If he bad any: looked after Young ured to sit and ponder in that section of the city. Then these instruc him to ta rpy Over-Yonder came over the wir “Summers, a prominent. out a hosts angelic wander, wealthy, young fellow named Stuart was up in the ngs she would brood. West Side police court for drunkenness this morn- ing. He pleaded to have his name kept out of the Miss Sophronia molested, newspapers: for fear that) bis ft would bear nite after mile was covered in silence. AGd abe got barselt. Infested of it. She has heart trouble he rays the ginning to grow dark. With the cercalitis fed, shock would kill ber. Go over to ber house at “How about that road to the left that I wa THl the fttle wit created take?" exclaimed the stranger, suddenly. In her skull evapcrated, we come to it yet?" And her - ‘Ob, we passed it six miles back,” sald To‘t To go slumping to the “Why didn't you tell me?” asked the stranger “Because 1 didn't want to lose your society Poor company, you know, is better than none, the young man.— York Tribune ton: said the stranger. “Poor and thin live on well-filled case, And on such horse, ai It wa Nothing not by art digested amon sense was slated bad te hay and wheat and barley, She chewed soap-nuts small and ¢ With a steak she ne‘er would parley, Née'with solid staniketnse “Waar town is this?” asked the eminent state But she stuck with grim persistence Vin man, who was making a political tour of the prov To he: : . y Ince And she resistance All temptation to get fat arly, “Tonia.” they told bim be eminent statesman stepped out to the rear platform of the gorgeous private car tn which be was travel “My countrymen.” he sald, impressively, to tho cheering throng at the station four beautiful and Ubriving young cil bas a rare distinction Inde pendently of its commerce and manufacture . Even SEE HIM? pendently of its charming location, independently ATE CLERK LURES TO ROYSTER AN 0 REVEL I may add, of the ctalwart men and fair wemea ih ihc halla alana al who Inhabit it, so many of whom I see before me So in course of time she grew to Be a part of what she's chew to— Ready Oats she ate at 2:02 nd Aseptic bran at 4 At 5 she'd eat her dinner Of Dust-Corn (that was a As she kept on growing thinner She asepticized the more! winner!) HE'S NOISY AND PALE v this tale must have an ending, And it is no use pretending That the end we are intending AND PRETENDS 18'S PROM YALE, 80 NE DRINKS, SMOKES AND HOWLS LIKE THX DEVEL! not forgetting these bright and winsome young chil dren who are also here, the hope and mainstay of the republic—independently, I say, of all these, your Is a triumph, for it ain't; Miss Sophronia Jennie Moddle, With her hygienic twaddle Through eternity will toddie As a predigested saint lovely city: Here he became truly eloquent. His eyes flashed, his voice rang out in clarion tones, and ho shook his clenched fist at the zenith. “ has the rare distinction of bearing fame that has only five letters, and yet bas four bles!" ‘The applause, train moved away, simply deafening. —Chicago Tribune. West Seventy-second Street, See if you can't kill her. He bung up the receiver. was in Syracuse. and tell her about We need ne But fortunately the lady —Raltimore News. Wuex Governor William H. Taft, who will succeed Mr. Root as Secretary of War, was a young man in Cincinnati, he was accosted cne day, while driving on the outskirts of the city, by a new re who one instruc- Newspaperdom relates a porter on a sensational New day called up bis chic by story of a York telephone for was Live ts for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Brita: Company, 1's Boliding, Chancery Lane, Lonitor Established 1860 150 Varieties WILSON WHISKEY is always the same—New York— Chicago—San Francisco. When it isn’t good it isn’t Wilson. That’s All! Esterbrook’s Stee! Pens Has Stood the Test of Time and made a world-wide reputation Sold Everywhere The Best Pens Made Culmination of Al~goodness Niagara Falls 9 Hours from New York via NEW YORK CENTRAL comicbooks.com