Life — November 9, 1905 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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Getting an Appetite. | HAVE discovered a first-class remedy for loss of appetite,” said the gourmet who occasionally has a touch of indigestion and who, when these fits strike him, wouldn't feast that Lucullus ever sat look at the fairest down to. “The be: about it, and although I am none too well blessed with this world’s goods, I am willing give it free to the suffering community great beauty of it is that it is cheap. But let me tell you the story. Some days ago I became sick—or thought I was, which amounts to very much the same thing. I couldn't cat The mere thought of food was like the sight of whiskey to a teetotaler. You couldn't have tempted me with nightingales’ tongues on , or the most exotic preparations of the il family of China. So I went home and nursed my indisposition. I carried with me a er of magazines and papers, but it was nly a day or so before I had read them all. I did not feel any better; still I had no me ging so heav on my hands. On the third d vas desperate and picked the n in the hope that. si - ing had escaped me. I read the ads. Then I tackled the fashion notes, and by the 1 read a page or so I was sicker. I picked up a copy of the Young Matrox Guide, or some paper with a similar name, and began to read the recipes for making various dis! IT went all through the list from pri d ngs to grandmother's potpie, and by the time I got thr as hungry as a wolf. I put on and rushed immediately to town. my clothes True, I did get the home-like dishes I had been read- in; house steak flanked with 1 hrooms, an order of asparagus, sliced tomatoes, French fried | potatoes, rolls, coffee and other things—well, the wasn’t enough left to feed a canary bird with the pip."—New Orleans Times-Democrat. W! 2N my uncle first started in business general merchant in a country town it was in partnership with a young fel- low of about his own age. Both boys were very enthusiastic about their work, a A Ripping Dream. they would go to their room above the store and continue to “talk shop” far in to the night. My uncle’s partner wasp: arly en- grossed in his work, and often his sleep w. disturbed by dreams of customers and big sales. One night his nightmare reached the cli- max. Evidently the dreamer was just in the act of selling some cotton goods, for my uncle felt his nightshirt go “r-i-i-i-p,” straight up the back, while his partner was calmly say- ing,— “Two yards, Madam?"—Lippincott’s. of it is no one told me | about, but when I had finished a porter- | after long days behind the counter | ctite—only an added spell of ennui with | PureRye Whiskey The same whiskey that, has been made at the same distillery for 50 years. For sale by all dealers Mako the best cocktail. A delightful tened water ofter Telief and aide dixestion, Comrment, s9et, ov Lire Pus. Co. THE HONEYMOON After C, Allan Gilbert. Photogravure, 19 by 24 in, $2.00. TWO PICTURES IN ONE. In addition to being a portrayer of the beautiful, Mr. C. ALLAN GILBERT possesses a rare artistic ingenuity. Every one remembers his “ Vanity "—a skull from one point of v iew, and a beauty at her toilet from another. “The Honeymoon” is equally ingenious and more agreeable. LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY 17 WEST 31st STREET NEW YORK OLD CROW RYE andor WHISKEY soe diets SS vone. comicbooks.com