Life — September 1, 1904 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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ANOTHER RECESSIONAL. O Poet Kipling, known of old, Author of many a stirring line, Who once with magic verse didst hold The critics who do now repine, Rudyard, thou'rt writing tommyrot, Hast thou forgot—hast thou forgot? We've read thy jungle tales of yore, And Ballads of the Barrack-Roo But now, O Bard, we're grieving sore, Thy verselets fill the soul with gloom. Kipling, thou writest dreary stuff, Is it a bluff—is it a bluff? If, drunk with sight of ch ild verse that says “there was a Such rhymes as Alfred Austins use, And awesome lines that will not scan, Empire, spare us yet, t we regret—lest we regret! cs, thou loose Soldiers Three” we put our trust, We loved Flag of England” sor O'er “Seven Seas" with many a gust We sailed, nor deemed the voyage long. O Rudyard Kipling, if you'd let The old notes ring Just turn your back on pol: And let “Wee Willie Winkie” smi The tariff's always in a fix, “Mulvaney” could our cares beguile, Write these again, and you can bet We won't forget—we won't forget! —E, J. G., in Toronto N. A MID-SUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM AT THE ZOO. Patience: That was the sixth time she's been married: and yet she looked nervous, didn’t she? Paraice: Yes, poor girl; perhaps she's afraid it will be her last.—Yonkers Statesman, BACK FROM VACATION. Back from my summer vacation, In the noisy old town once more, Away from the vicious mosquitoes And the chiggers that sting and bore. With my neck all raw and blistered And my nose as red as a beet, I find that the city is welcome And that life in town is sweet. Back from my summer vacation, Away from the worms that creep, And the gnats that crawl down my neckband Aud bother me while I sleep. Afar from the flies and the spiders, And the June bugs that biff and pelt. Iam glad to get back from the country And the loneliness I have felt. Tack from my summer vacation, And the soggy old stuff to eat, Where a restaurant meal is a pleasure And a table d’bote is a treat; Where there's something to do besides grumble And something to do besides wa Where I get my papers each morn: And they're never a whole day late. Back from my summer vacation, In the good old town once more, Afar from the oppressive silence, To the rush and the rout and roar. In the city there’s something doing, There's joy in the meet of might, And the soul expands with the struggle And grows in the shock of fight. —Chicago Chronicle. “So you've popped the question and been ae cepted? Lucky beggar! How did you work it? Fell on your knees, I s'pose?” “Couldn't very well, She was sitting on ‘em"— Sporting Times. WILSON Live is for sale by all No Company, Bream’s Buil wwsdealers in Great Britain, The International News g, Chancery Lane, London, E. C., England, Acents. Because there is nothing wanting in Ss PPA Hw sy WHISKEY That’s All! Hunter Baltimore Rye it leads in universal popularity. It has absolute purity, faultless quality, exquisite flavor, Sold at all Gret-clams cafes and by jobbers, WAL LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. comicbooks.com