Life — May 4, 1905 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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‘LIF E« The King of Now. (ONCE “THE MAY QUEEN.") OU must wake and call me call me early, Bridget dear; I intend to write a novel ev'ry other day this year ; {1 when Tam not thus employed, if nothin I mean to do some novelettes and tales for magazines. I sleep so sound all night, Bridget, th: all never wake, nd you know I have to write all t shers will take ; For I must gather shekels, wreaths of laurel for my brow, the king of now, F the hustling king of now, ther writers come and go—McCute set that C So wake a rly, call no one For there’s a fearful lot of rot to be turned out this year, Carroll Watson Rankin Let Patriots Rejoice! perusing a recent Sunday World we were deeply moved by certain passages lord and a lady who have nern resorts More nota There is a duke, a duchess, made this w ‘ ble than usual The Duke his bride o} anchester ; the Duchess is years, Miss Helena Zim- s. The lord is the young est of their two children, Viscount Mandeville, des- tined to be enth Du Manchester if he survives he lady is his little sister, Lady Mary Alva on of the Manchesters. They have at- wherever they have gone, North or Beach This seems incredible, for, as a people, we are strangely indifferent to titles If the beautiful blue-eved daughter of the Cincinnati millionaire, Eugene Zimmerman, were only a plain Amer- “ Mrs.”, she would be just as popular in America. Her gs Were always those the most chronicled Her doings chronicled > Knowing the American Press, this is hard to believe. At the following paragraph the tears came to our eves and we experienced a thrill of patriotic emotion It was a charming si the babies to follow f mming pool, First the Duke took a dive ar fi tty feet under the water. He came up at the steps where the youngsters were sittin: They clapped their little hands in glee at their father’s fes High and dry in their white slips lit Lady Montagu and little two-year-old L were loath to make a trial of the water. It took ten min- utes for the Duke to coax them down the steps. Then after much persuasion, they hung their tiny pink toes in the water, Anot nutes and they were in the shallow warm water, splashin: h over their father's head, utterly unmindful that he was of the British nobility. But he laughed and enjoyed himself as much as they did. four-year-old 1 Mandeville At this point our emotions overcame us. A real duke! There is a lump in our throat at the thought of it. Sobs choke us. And when the society reporter of the World talked this over with the society reporter of the Times, it must have been just too lovely for any- thing. MODERN ANECDOTES. By W. J. Lastrros. Reciprocity. R. H. H. ROGERS was reading a“ History of Modern Grease," when we saw him at the offices of the S. O. Company, No. 26 Broadway, N. Y. City, “Well,” we remarked in a tone of kindly sympathy, “the pious people of this country are raising a pret! er accepting Mr. Rockefeller’ trifling tribute to a good se, aren't they ?"" Indeed they are," he responded h can't understand why they say the mone of their own stuff that he has sq past thirty Se me tired rtily, ‘And I isevil. It’s part ed out of them in the By thunder, such inconsistency makes Perceiving that the people necded enlightenment simple subject, we suggested that Mr. R. donate a few millions out of his next dividend for a Popular Education Fund Roosevelt in 1908. Tile, President was throwing somersaults across the White House lawn, which is more strenuous than throwing a baseball across the diamond. “Mr. President, would you accept the nomination in “ HOW KITTENISH MISS TABBY SEEMS.” “ VES—SHE MUST BE GETTING INTO ITER NINTH CHILDHOOD.” comicbooks.com