Life — December 7, 1905 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Long recognized as the best of pictures: choice as gifts to fr and fortheadornmentofon walls. EDWIN A, ABBEY says cellent ... I could not wish bettered.” Fifty cents to $20.00, Atart stores, or sent on approval. Full ILLUSTRATED CA1 LOGUE sent only upon receipt of 25 cents (stamps), which charge, however, may be deducted from @ subsequent purchase of the Prints themselves. (List of our new subjects alone sent upon receipt of six cents in stamps.) This detail from Abbey's Holy Grail is copyrighted 1895 by Edwin A. Abbey, 1897 by CURTIS & CAMERON 22 PIERCE BLOG BOSTON Oop. Pub. Library His Narrow Escape. missionary, pale and languid from jungle fever, sat with his fe on the porch railing smoking a cigar. | I H | c The New Hampshire moun- tains fronted him like conflagrations, incredibly brilliant and beautiful with the autumnal coloring of their forests. “What led you,” the serious young lady asked, “to choose Africa for your sphere of usefulness?” “Well, you see. a Harvard man,” said the missionary, “and Harvard there are often to be found a great many young African poten- tates and princes. These lows attracted me. country to work in.” I am That is why I chose their you ever have narrow escapes? The missionary arrow escape rather.” What was the narrowest “I was captured one day by a band of naked cannibals, They dragged me into the forest, chopped some wood with their hatchets, built. a fire and put on a big pot to boil. “IL lay bound on the earth and amid these ghastly preparations you may imagine my feelings. To be boiled -and eaten—think of it Soon the water began to bubble and gurgle. The chief made a sign and two men started to undress me. This done, they carried me to ti | pot. Were they going to boil me alive like a crab? It looked like it, “But just as they were about to throw me into the caldron the chief, who had been busy cutting up pot herbs, turned and happened to notic | tattooed on my arm, the Greek letters of the secret society that I belon to at Harvard. “He gave a loud cry. “7 say,’ he shouted, ‘we can’t eat him, you know the same fraternity.’ "—Chicago Chronicle He and I belong to IR CHARL wa KIRKPATRICK of the touring English football team s talking in Philadelphia about cricket. 1 northern g. 1,” he said, “a match was array rrison town last y eari| and Other Things THINGS | By COL. WM. C, HUNTER some IE qi OAK PARK, ILL. HIS is a rich lode of humor opened up in a mythical Idaho mining-town, and stamped into book form for the entertainment of the “tenderfoot.” It bristles. with Western ideas, and is replete with strong local color. No one can read Col. Hunter's stories, his homespun philosophy and homely verses without delight and benefit. They are full of fine human feeling and unexpected pathos, and go straight to the heart of the reader. “If you have to bear it, do it without grinning. If there is anything itritating, it is the man who persists in. smiling when the house tumbles on him.” 194 pages, profusely illustrated and printed in colors and bound in fine cloth, it is the most attractive book of the season. $1.00. All Dealers The EVERETT PRESS COMPANY Publishers Frozen Dog Tales BOSTON, MASS. | between the officers of the garrison and the county law “The officers prepared a superb Iuncheon for their v down to the repast before the game. “The lawyers did full justice to the good things. Like giants they attacked the champagne and black cigars. And the officers were more thatt Bottle after bottle was brought in, and the costly black na lay in profusion everywhere. » lawyers would have nothing more. Their faces, though, 1 as they emerged into the sunshine of the cricket inked. dl partaken sparingly themselves, winked at one itors, and al sat hospitable. irom Hav hed, zed eyes field their g The another, who | sold Victory scemed assured hat was this? Out of a marqu ers, a crew of athletic giants came | punning, and began to practice batting and bowling in admirable fashion | “Who are these chaps? We don’t know them,’ said an officer, frown | “On, said one of the lawyer guests, ‘they are our—hic—our playing —Cincinnati team. We are only the lunching team, you know Enquirer, | A ty of water over alcohol, he reminded them of the story of Dives and Lazarus. The lecturer pointed | out how, when Dives was in hades, he did not ask for beer or wine or spirits, but for one drop of water. “Now, my friends,” said the lecturer, “what does that show us?” \ voice from the back of the hall instantly replied: “It shows us where | you temperance people go to."—Boston Herald. = ELIOT of Harvard, when a young man, ordered a bottle gas he did so: “Here, waiter, bottle of hock—hic, hac, hoc!” The waiter, who had been to college, smiled but never stirred. “What are you standing there for?” exclaimed the professor; “didn’t I order some hock? | “Yes sin sa the water, “you ordered it, but you afterward declined it."—Troy an address in Keene, and, to =MPERANCE lecturer was giving impress upon his audience the super of hock in a Boston restaurant, Ni bring me smil | imes. comicbooks.com