Life — April 6, 1905 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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g- from estau- brass hrase tip s not into 1and itieth m to t has erica ping don, ese the sch ats, ear the 1g he ce, int eS Suppressed Chapters. ENOBIA, they tell us, was a leader born and bred; Of any sort of enterprise she'd fitly take the head. The biggest, burliest buccaneers bowed down to her in awe; To Warriors, Emperors or Kings, Zenobia’s word was law. Above her troop of Amazons her helmet plume would toss, And every one, with loud accord, proclaimed Zenobia boss. The reason of her power (though the part she didn’t look), Was simply that Zenobia had once lived out as cook, ; | Xantippe a Grecian Dame—they say she | was the wife Of Socrates, and history shows she led him a life! They say she was a virago, a vixen and a| shrew, Who scolded poor old Socrates until the air was blue. She never stopped from morn till night the clacking of her tongue, But this is thus accounted for. You see, when she was young— | (And ’tis an explanation that explains, as you must own), Xantippe was the Central of the Grecian tele- phone. —Carolyn Wells. N appeal to the intelligent discrimination of L readers finds its highest expression in the proposition of The Outlook, concerning that truly marvelous work, * The Historians’ History of the World," a full-page aaoouncement of which will be found in the front section of the advertising pages. It might fitly be termed the “last word,” as well as the most comprehensive and concise, on this ever-interesting topic. As a reference work it has no eqal. It will be worth while to examine it whether you | care to purchase or not. Read The Outlook's unusual fer and decide for yourself. ESIDE the rear steps of a Broadway car! bound downtown a few days ago trotted a handsome setter. His tongue was hanging out and he seemed almost exhausted. He cast many appealing looks into the car, where his Master was sitting but showed no intention of | deserting. “It's a shame! That poor dog is nearly | dead,” said a woman in the car. | An automobile had been keeping up with! the car for a couple of blocks, the two young men in it watching the dog. It stopped when the car did, and one of the men called to the dog: “Hi! Jump in, old fellow.” The dog looked at him and then at the car. Then he jumped into the automobile and lay down on the front seat, never taking his eyes off the car. “We'll give him a ride to the Battery if his owner goes that far,” said the man at the wheel New York Sun Tiffany & Co. always welcome a comparison of prices TIFFANY & Co. Diamond and Gem Merchants The Tiffany 1905 Blue Book Information for Patrons Visitors are always welcome and incur no obligation to purchase will be sent to in- tending purchasers without charge The standard of Tiffany & Co.’s wares is never permitted to vary. No rule in their establish- ment is more rigidly adhered to This catalogue con- tains no Illustrations. It is a compact little volume of 490 pages, with concise descrip- tions, and range of prices of jewelry, silverware, watches, clocks, bronzes, por- celains and glass suitable for wedding presents or other gifts Their prices are as reasonable as consistent with the best workmanship and a quality worthy of the name of the house The minimum quality of Tiffany & Co. jewelry is 14-karat gold All their watches and rich jewelry are mounted in 18-karat gold All their silverware is of English sterling quality, 925/1000 fine Mail Orders Upon receipt of satisfactory references from any National Bank or responsible business house, Tiffany & Co. will send on approval selections from their stock to any part of the United States Removal Tiffany & Co. are preparing to remove to their new building, Fifth Avenue and 37th Street Letters sent either to Union Square or Fifth Avenue will receive prompt at- tention Tiffany & Co. are strictly retailers Union Square New A Little Brief Authority. “I got him er-doing my wuk, sah,” repliec es Mose. N old Mose applied for work he was H W given a job—shovelling sand at a dollar a day. A few days later the foreman passed near the sand-bank and, to his surprise, saw Mose comfortably seated on a pile of sand, directing the movements of another dusky laborer. “Why, Mose!” he exclaimed, “I did not hire that man. What's he doing here?” “Who pays him?” was the question. “I does, sah; I pays him a dollah a day, sah,’ was the response. “Why, that's all you receive, Mose. How di you profit by the transaction?” asked th amazed foreman. “Well,” replied Mose, scratching his wooll: head, “I gets to boss de job, doan’ 1?”—Lippin cott’s Magazine. comicbooks.com