Life — February 9, 1905 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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The Deserted City. D SERTED are the dances, The plays are all a bore, A curious circumstance is hey seemed so good before. ¢ Avenue’s forsaken, The city’s like a tomb, For all their leaves have taken And left me here in gloom, Belinda writes from Cairo She loves the southern cruise, She talks a lot of Pharaoh And asks me for the news. A letter comes from Mabel, Postmarked St. Augustine, And here's a two-word cable : “Safe, Havre, Geraldine.” Adele's at Coronado And Ruth’s in Mexico ; y in pure bravado, “Ido not care to go." The Matrimonial Impulse. NE woman's experience is seldom useful to another, as witness the recent case of the California widow who married the man from Pittsburg three days after his wife had got a divorce from him on grounds of cruelty. And the cruelty wasn’t technical, either. The testimony in the divorce suit established the vehement and repulsive quality of it. A man who has been cruel to one wife will not necessarily be cruel to the next, but men are not so ce but what a man divorced for cruelty might be expected to remain some- what more than three days unmarried. But you never can tell. Bluebeard and Henry VIII. were never longer un- married than the law constrained, and the papers say that the lady who married the Pittsburg man was an adventur- ous marrier, now, who married her California husband nother man, What curious matrimonial impulses people have! Once they become habitual, there's no telling where they may fetch you up, and yet if you ignore them, you may go months or even years without a lawful spouse. We should surely make it a rule not to trust our matrimonial impulses unless our previous impulses of that nature have turned out well, Nor should we trust ourselves to marry persons whose pre- vious matrimonial impulses have not been fortunate. And yet if we are to be so choosing and pernickety—not to s WHEN THEY FELL FROM GRACE. 169 But, truth to tell, I'm waiting Some firm resolve to make, My heart keeps on debating Which journey it shall take. Witliam Richard Hereford. Matrimonial Amenities. RVILLE SAINTLY : Don't you sometimes that the Lord had made you a better woman ? Mrs. SatntLy: No, sir! But I pretty often wish that He'd made me a better man ! “THERE'S one thing better than owning an automobile.” “What's ? “Having a friend who owns one.”” wi mo what good chances may we not miss! It all comes back to Punch's famous advice, and that was bad when given, and is worse now, when matrimonial missteps are so easily retraced. An Acceptance Card. | HE Editor takes pleasure in stating that your story, | entitled ‘The Buzz of the Buzzard,” is accepted | for the Surething Magazine. The acceptance of an article, however, does not necessarily imply that it pos- y one of a number of reasons may lead to its acceptance—such, for instance, as a specious time- liness, the fact that it will exactly fit an empty space, any kind of notoriety attached to the writer’s name, the pos- session by the magazine of a useless illustration, pur- chased by mistake, which, in an emergency, can be made to misillustrate some of its incidents, or even temporary aberration on the part of the Editor. The absence of criticism is kindly asked to be excused, owing to the vast number of manuscripts which the E tor daily returns without reading at all. Check i ment for your story will, in all probability, be sent you some day ; meantime the Editor would counsel the beau- tiful virtue of patience. OTHING is so doubtful as uncertainty,” remarked Hojack, oracularly. «Except a dead-sure thing,'’ added Tomdik. comicbooks.com