Life — December 1, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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TIFFANY & CO. Diamond and Cem Merchants, Cold and Silver Smiths, Stationers and Dealers in Artistic Merchandise The Tiffany Blue Book 1905 Edition is now ready, and upon request a copy will be sent to intending purchasers without charge. Although this annual holiday catalogue contains No illus- trations, pictures or cuts, patrons will find its 450 pages of concise descriptions a veri- table directory of helpful suggestions of Christmas presents, with the minimum and maximum prices at which the articles can be purchased. Mail Orders Attention is directed to the facilities of Tiffany & Co.'s Mail Order Department. Upon advice as to require- ments and limits of price, Tiffany & Co. will forward. promptly photographs, cuts or careful descriptions of what their stock affords. Tiffany & Co. especially invite a comparison of their prices. Jewelry Silverware Watches Clocks Bronzes Fine China Glassware and a wide range of other articles suitable for Holiday Gifts, all enumerated with prices in the 1905 Tiffany Blue Book. Tiffany & Co. are strictly retailers. They do not employ agents or sell their wares through other dealers, Union Square New York A Letter. DF LIFE:—If you and your cosmopolitan friend are not already 9 weary of feminine protest, we would like to bring to your Notice the following: What would our lesser poets and artists do if “lovely woman” should cease to be their inspiration? They would be desperate. Do you not suppose we women grow just a trifle weary of secing out. selves peering out from under large pompadours with our monotonously level eyebrows raised adorably? Do you not suppose that we sicken when we read some cloying lines addressed to “Daphne,” ‘* Clotilde" ang “Chloe”? Is there anything could so well wear out our vanity? As for the important question of hat-lifting to the gentler sex, it has been considered a mere form of civility, a habit of the old school. If our men would, with as good a grace, yield us a seat in a ctowded car, we would overlook the absence of mere form if the spirit were so well manifested. Let us always do justice to our sisters on other portions of the globe, whose compatriots would be the last to suggest their inferiority. But let not our countrymen, cosmopolitan though they may be, for one minute suppose that their over-indulgent praise can harm us, Praise, when un- deserved, can but make us more truly aware of our faults; when merited, more anxious to persevere in our virtues, Keep on, Lire, filling your pages with pretty faces and musical rhymes, but, oh, cosmopolitan readers, trust our easily turned heads, which should have performed a complete revolution by now, to keep firm before the light breezes of your flattery. Monpay, Nov. 14TH. Another Cosmopolitan. An Embarrassing Inquiry. DON'T see anything the matter with your elbow, Mr. Chaser,” said Bobby, who had forgotten his mother’s injunction to keep still at the dinner table. “There isn’t anything the ter with it, Bobby,” the guest. “What made you think there was?” “Why, T heard papa say that you were a nice fellow, except that you crooked your elbow too much, but it looks all right to me.” Then Bobbie retired, but not in good order.—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. innocently replied Had No Faith in the Automobile. A action for damages alleged to have been received in an automobile accident was recently brought in an adjoining county. A woman had been thrown from a carriage, the horse attached to which was fright- ened by an automobile. She landed in a ditch and was not dangerously injured. Upon being assisted to her feet, it is related, some one spoke of calling a doctor and suggested a physician who visits his patients in an automobile. The injured woman protested, saying: “No, don't call him. I don’t want an automobile doctor. Get me a horse doctor.”—Utica Observer. He Refused to Be Worried. Mes C. one morning last week thought she smelled gas. Bravery came to her mysteriously and she crept downstairs to investigate. After smelling about for some minutes she rushed upstairs, called Mr. C,, then shook him, and at last aroused him. Then this was heard: “John, there is a leak in the gas pipe in the kitchen. We'll all die if it is not fixed.” Leaks had been heard of before, and Mr. C. sleepily asked: “Is it a-leaking much now?” . “Not much!” screamed his wife, and then, as Mr. C. turned over, this soothing advice was given: “Put a bucket under it and come to bed.”—Birmingham Post. ILL you kindly tell us,” a New York reporter asked of Mrs. Patrick Campbell, the actress, “why you are so frequently cold and unresponsive to—to our profession, don’t you know? Have you any grouch against newspapers?” ; “Not a thing—except one,” she replied; “they will, now and again, call me ‘Mrs. Pat’ I can’t stand that ‘Pat’ It is the last straw that breaks the Campbell's back.”—Exchange. comicbooks.com