Life — July 28, 1904 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

YCBAVCER | THE TROVBADOVR OF xX RILEY) x) . A TRUE SON OF THE SOIL. Not Fair. HITE: I've noticed that the wicked generally get what they deserve, Biack: good don't. And I've noticed that the Timid. First MOSQUITO: Have you tried that Boston girl? She looks delectable, Seconp Mosquito: of cold drinks, No, I'm afraid Impenetrable Armor. (From Uncte Sast’s Norr-Boox.) jz got the boss amalgam For the armor of my fleet ; No cannon made can bust it; It defies the iron sleet. Take a steamboat owner's conscience And a corporation's soul, Add the Western Union's honor (** A hiatus in a hole”). Mix the scruples of a lawyer In some Standard holy oil With a bishop's views on labor ; Bring the mixture to a boil. To the sense of fun in Andrew Weld the purse of Russell Sage, The skin of a steel magnate And a frisky matron’s age. Alloy with human kindness From a Sultan's tender heart, A politician's honor, And a very minute part Of Calvinistic doctrine (Just a * point” or two—that's all) ; But don't forget a minim Of Bell Telephonic gall. Put all in a converter, So the cheerful mess will fuse, With “ right divine” of William And the silent Judge's views. W. EB. P. French, HAT «ind of people did you meet in Newport?” “Oh, the kind you read about."” NOCTURNE WHEN ENTERED THEY THE PARK AT EVE, WER CHEEKS WERE RED 3 HIS LIPS WERE PALE. A SWEET HOUR PASSED, AND THEY ROSH TO LEAVE. MIS LIPS WERE RED 3 MER CHEEKS WERE PALE, comicbooks.com