Life — February 16, 1905 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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try his hand at a flirtation, and requested minute in structions, as he knew nothing whatever; he was so wery fresi “Dance with her,” be was told, “and | talk with her; walk with her and flatter her; she is warm and tired; then propose to w cool, shady piazza. It must be a somewhat NATURE'S SON. t the other did not stop. piazza. Begin your promenade slowly; warm up to Ilis the unfettered freedom of the hills! He thrust his hand into his hip-pocket, pulled out your work; draw her arm closer and closer; ther a silk han¢ hief, wiped his eyeglasses, picked up a break her wing.” paper and began to read it. “Heavens, what is that Kk her wing?” "\\ Th ¢ man with the bristling mustache torned you do not know even that? Put your arm arour hee waist and kiss her, After that it is all plain sai! His the whole world bounded but by the horizon! His the infinite variety of nature! His the forest, the stream, anid the prairie His to see the forests stripped for battle with ( Winter; . She comes down when you call, like the coon to Captain S “You need not fire, Captain,’ ete.” The aspirant for fame as a flirt followed these lucid directions literally, but when he seized the poor girl and kissed her she uplifted her voice in u His the tumbled glory of the autumn He leans upon the straggling rail fence His eyes sweep the fields and the forests pee Deine Are trees and screamed as if the house were on fire. So ics ine whens sharp and shrill were her yells for help that the it fon firt sprang over the banister, which gre strong climbing rose. This he struggled through, an Tue two men were seated at a table in the far ran toward the college, taking a bee line. He was so thest corner of the restaurant mangled by the thorns that ke had to go home and “May I ask you for the score-eard?” said the one have them picked by his family. The picts with the bristling mustache, pointing to the bill of 7 brother challenged him, ‘There was no mortal comfat met “f I had the price, fare. p however, for the gay young fellow who led the fresb: fou may, sir.” the other, 2 man with n’s ignorance astray stepped forward and put things closely cropped hair, “but that's all the good it will . An explanation and an apology at every do you. I'm not a waiter Pant) turn hushed i : “Maybe not, sir.” returned the other, iy “2h Now, we all laughed at this foolish story most you had requested such a favor of me, I shoul ¥ heartily. Dut Mr. Venable remained grave and pre taken pleasure in complying , {3 A occupied, and was asked: “Why are you so unmove uite likely. Some omen are born that way y It is funny.” “I like more probable fun; 1 have They'd just as lief be taken for a waiter as not.” 3 been in college, T have kissed many a girl, bu: “And some men are born boors. They couldn't “Sy d, never a one scrome yet."—Saturday Evening Post gentlemen if they tried.” “Think you'd know a gentleman if you happened to meet one? : Tiere was recently a passage at arms between “I think I should. He'd look as different from > = Miss Marie Corelli, the novelist, and a certain Miss you as he possibly could.” Coals, a schoolmistress, who has a class immediately “How do you know anything about what a g - Bee across the street from the writer's home. Part man would do or what he'd look like?” “4 GREAT TEMPTATION, ISN'T IT?” school exercises, it seems, consists in the stu I'm intimately acquainted with several, don't any of them act like you Thatiae MANGING HY A THREAD baboon-faced—" ments to Miss Coals, and begs that she will be “I did, you bullet-headed barbarian, I asked you —_ sownaT’s THAT?” music, this proved particularly disagreeal UwnyscTOOERORRGOMEGUN AboUTcikR Cine? Miss Corelli, So the following note was sent a Say, who began this conversation, yc ; he music teacher: “Miss Corelli presents her cv - , enough to arrange so that there may be no sini Pee hi ous AEGuId Be MHRA CAOGEH Te baad the unmistakable Englishman who had been sitting me the bill of fare, and you insulted me. You haven't a hunk ent to the conversati : class between the hours of ten and one, these t the next table and listening wit fied astonish Miss Corelli's working hours, when distractions peculiarly distasteful.” The white-aproned maid hore this rather unusual missive was detained long enough to bring back the answer. It ran: “Miss presents her Miss Corelli, and ha course is likely to prevent ing of such a book as "The Sorrows of Sat er your hip-pocket, I'll fil you full of ho Marcu 11.-.\ freshman came; quite eager to be Id rejoice in arrangi the manners or decency of a walrus. You're of mule meat in a shape something like a man, with “We the 1 like to have a little exhibi f our native jom of manners," he said pleasa can't talk that way to me and 1 “to use in your for ing book, don’t you know. you do it! If you move your hand a singing programme instructed in all the wiles of society. He wanted to for every day from nine to two."—Argonant, Lire is for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain, The International News Company, Bream’s Building, Chancery Lane, London, F. C., England, AGESts, WILSON WHISKEY ake That’s All! | the creation par excellence of the nation. Agencies in all the principal cities in the world. Patronize American industries. Wear a 2.45 P.M. Leave New York; 9.45 Next Morning Reach Chicago—NEW YORK CENTRAL