Life — September 28, 1905 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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LIFE: — the Transvaal there is a place which teenbeitjebeideboschfontein.— Ch icag in the name of Wa: Saturday Evening Herald. That's noth Our Equitable directors have been called harder names than tha a Sta And frame up a system of pension graft F Grand Army please take nctice. A man in New York was arrested lately for beating his horse.— Baltimore , the credulity of the rural press! Baltimore doesn't to have heard that Henry Bergh is dead, and that P. Haines is President of the S. P. C. A. informs me that the Sultan of Sulu tries to wed ctension to beauty who visits his realm, He seems f courtesy that he should do so; and he takes his refusals very lightly. San Francisco Wasp, How mean! Nearly as mean as t in who hoped Miss Roosevelt would accept the offer and stay there He was entitled to. Californians have not yet Lary —San Francisco Wasp, Rheumatism ? A continuous tr from New York to Chicag is promise ar {uture.—Eachang t's a poor trolley that won't work both ways. Which ves the Chicagoese another means of escape. Of late the medical profession have been lamenting over the suffocating atmosy of the gambling rooms, and there is King, nent to suppress thei in certain health centres ww York! a health centre. Suppress But then, after all, perhaps we are n A wom: yesterday los! who was waiting for a train in a Minneapolis railroad station f bustle, in which was five hundred dollars. —Rochester Minneapolis is a live enough town to support a bustle all its own, fectly simple when expressed mathematica A: FHT. ly. clever woman shuts up stens when the right man begins to talk about himself. —Chicage Daily News She doesn’t, She sits on him very bard. It is always the business of the clever woman to take the conceit out of the right man, and to keep him just where he belongs. It is only when he begins to deprecate himself too heartily that she chirks him up. THE LATEST eet %K # UGENE PL LYLE, JROS The Missourian has about it the true spirit of romance. A few years back most of the writers in the United States were busy turning out historical romances, just as most of the sewing-machine and revolver and watch factories were work- ing nights turning out bicycles. But the spirit of romance is the spirit of youth ; faith in love, in valor, and a native scorn for com- pounding the felo these may imitate romance, he cannot create it. ies of life; and white the author who has lost It is the presence of this spirit, the spontaneous, debonair proclaiming of this faith, that makes Mr. Lyle’s story of a young Confederate officer at the court of Maximilian of Mexico refreshing in its very extravagancies, instead of the pseudo-historical claptrap it might easily have been, There are probably a great many thousand people who, if asked whether it might be worth while to compile a volume of selected edi- torials from the files of the New York Sw, would answer yes with ha book has been compiled in Casual Essays of the Sun,and its composite effect is flippant and its worth-while-ness more than questionable. The fact, however, if disappointing, is not necessarily disconcerting ; for although the proof of the pudding be in the eating, one pudding is no proof of the recipe. Celibate; the Man; the Woman; the Law; these are the divisions of E, Temple Thurston's novel, Zhe Atpie of Eden, and they sum up the story—the old story which came in with Adam and did not go out with St. Anthony—which Mr, Thurston discusses with that clean-minded frankness, the propriety of which is often disputed. conviction, MONOLOGUES OF THE GRASS WIDOW. “UT DOES SEEM ODD—THE ONLY ONR OF MY MAN FRIENDS WHO BECAME ESTRANGED FROM ME T.cROUGH ALY MARMIAGE—Is SY HUSBAND.” comicbooks.com