Life — October 6, 1904 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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MM Sel “Please.” “No. If you kiss me, I'll never speak to you a murmurous sound.) Don't you ever dare to do that again.” “I couldn't help it. “Yes, you could. ‘AML right; Twill, (Another of those sounds.) “If you kiss me again, I'll tell my mother.” “No, you w . Twill.” Now, behave.” Now, you stop.” “Because I want you to.” “Why do you want me to?” “Because (Silence for a few minutes.) I wish you would keep your arm to yourself.” “Why?” ecause TI don’t want it around my waist.” Why not?” “Because it isn’t proper.” “Why isn’t it?” uppose some one should see.”” But no one can.” hey might.” “Well? Well.” This sort of conversation may not be an intel- | lectualStreat to every one, but seven girls and three | men who were eavesdroppers listened to it with rapt | attention, and sighed when the lovemakers departed.— ‘ew York Press, A “QUIET LITTLE GAME." | A New York woman who has been spending the || summer in the Adirondacks tells this story: “The | y of summer residents,” she said, “consisted of dozen apparently strait-laced and mild-mannered ladies, who spent most of their time playing euchre. When they asked me to join them T told them—sure of my escape—that I never played anything but poker. “‘Why,’ ene of them whispered, ‘that's just what we like best. We'll have a quiet little game with a small limit—what do you say “When we sat down my hostess remarked casu+ ally that we would play a five-dollar limit, and that my pile of chips represented $100. When we finished one of the old ladies had won $280, another $165, and the third had lost $320. I considered myself lucky to get off with a loss of $125. As we rose from the 8 ate AD : ILLUSTRATED ADVERTISEMENT —OUR TROUSERS CAN BE DEPENDED UPON table the mild-mannered old lady who had invited me to play leaned over and said, ‘I am so sorry, my dear; but how would you feel if we had been playing for real money?" "Harper's Weekly. Berore going to a class where he was to test the power of laughing gas Dr. B— overhead a student say that under its influence no onc was responsible for what he said, and he was going to take advantage of this and tell old B—— what he thought of him, After the class assembled the doctor quietly an- nounced that for the purpose of illustration he would like to administer gas to some member. The schem- ing student volunteered, and the leather bag was con: nected with his mouth. He soon showed evidence of much excitement, and began to express his opinion of Dr, B—— in language punctuated by much profanity. Having allowed him to proceed for some little time, the doctor then said that he needn't be so ir responsible, for the gas had not yet been turned on! The uproar that followed can be imagined better than described.—Philadelphia Press. NEED FOR HASTE. In a Massachusetts seaport town many stories are still told. of an eccentric old man who was a con spicuous figure in its streets thirty years ago. Not many years before he died he married a young wife, who was a constant surprise to him One day an old friend met him hurrying along the main street of the town, one arm held out stifly in front of him and carrying a white paper parcel. “Don’t touch me and don’t detain me!” he cried, as his friend approached. “What in the world is the matter?” asked the other. “Anybody sick up at your house?” ‘obody's sick,” answered the old man, over kis shoulder, “but I'm fetching home a new bunnit for my wife, and I want to get there before the styles A PAGE FROM THE CYNIC’S NOTEBOOK. Tell a girl she is pretty, you may win her ap- proval; tell her her rival is ugly, you will win her eternal gratitude. To win a girl, a man must excite her curiosity, command her admiration, arouse her interest, and then—make her ery. A man’s capacity for falling in love is like the phenomena of electrical discharge in a thunderstorm: it accumulates until it reaches a certain degree, and then strikes the nearest available object. The best part of a man's manliness is his boyisb- ness; the, best part of a girl's girlishness is ber womanliness. There is a peculiar variety of girls whose pref- erence for a man is always manifested by extreme ill usage.—Pacifie Monthly. Tracer: I suppose you know, Harry, that in keeping you after school I punish myself as well as you? Harey: Yes, m'm; that’s why I don’t mind it— Boston Transcript. Co Live is for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain. pany, Bream's Building, Chancery Lane, London, E. C., England, Act: The International News Particularly satisfying to those who drink ale Established 1860 for ale’s sake. 150 Varietien Evans’. Ale : Define Ale, and you have Evans’. Trace its origin, and you roam amid the fields of fragrant health- giving hops. WILSON WHISKEY That’s All! ESTERBROOKS Steel Pens Sold Everywhere The Best Pens Made Simply Alo aa 1t should bo, and Everywhere. York Central Leads the World.”—Leslie’s Weekly comicbooks.com