Life — February 14, 1907 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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ANT §CISSCRS,. AVI. NyLLv AVT 59R), AV, NyLLv SHERMAN AND THE FORAGER It was somewhere along the route of what was known as the Atlanta campaign, and the orders forbidding After an was making one of his * nd ve ‘ctly enforced and the column was strung out along the road for m riding near the of me was General Sherman himself ad of one of the columns, and pethaps five he was about the worst-dressed man in the outfit— a shabby, disreputable old forage-cap drawn down close to his ears, and a private soldier's blu for him, with po visible insignia of his rank to distinguish him. overcoat, a size of two too big He was sitti chil down on his breast, all humped up” in the saddle and hang ns lying loose on the horse’s neck. Suddenly there came from the brush at the small " razor-back a serics of agonizing squeals and grunts and in an instant a Close behind Jonas an struck swiftly ni throat heted up the The soldier, of the roadway n out into the road musket at of the road the passing thro J straightened up in his saddle, ¢: ed, “Halt, there, my man ing the General, br it came a private soklier wit ¢ charge. the pig reached the mid¢ 1 surely, the bayonet The Gen reins, and comm recogni ght his heels together and saluted. What did you Kill th for? Without turnin and said: “He bit me “Th: Hf they and, turning to me demanded Shermar 1 hair of batting an eye, the m General ack you, kill them,” right was the reply: and dropping an eyelid, he remarked, “I knew those animals J hurt some of my men if not careful, I have shoat for woul y were and reste on. Old Billy his supper that night—C. C. Clarke always believed that + £ some of that in Harper's Welly DOUBLY SOLD The newly appointed master at a sch about “cribbing” an Vin Wigan had learned tise, and had not forgott n them a lesson in history, he observed one of his ‘out his watch every minute oF two, suspiciow: Finally. he strode slowly between the desks a of the boy Let me s Yes, sir The master opened the watch!” he commanded was the meck reply sheepish when he read th he was a shrewd He was not to be thrown off the scent so easily. He opened the back of the case Sold again!" Then he was satisfied, for he read, Smith's Wee Teare. Farmer (fo son): It's astonishing, George, how much I don’t ne it. —Trans Sox any, father; ii’s the ocher people who need ted Jor Transatlantic Tales jrom Fliegende Blactter HE HAD THE COUNTERSIGN Licutenant-Colonel Thurston, when guard inspector at the New York camp at Peekskill, approached one night a German sentry, who simply looked at him and marched on. “Well?” inquired the Colonel, intending to remind the man of his duty “Vell, well! “Don't you want the countersign?” MI right. Der feller in der guard’s tent give it to Army and Navy Life. Vot iss >, dot’ me. I got it Tne old label was “Raspberry “Compound Apple Jelly, Ra label was “Vermont Maple Sirup’ Jam’: but now it reads, tty Flavor.” Another old ”; but now it reads, * Vermont I's a new year and a new era in commercial honesty.—Springheld Republican: Sirup, made from choicest maple and cane-sugar mixture.” Hungry Bird : some. PLOPLE ARE SO RICH THAT THLY HAVE MORE THAN THEY CAN EAT! NEW SPEEDOMETER (Extract Jrom a lady's letter) We must have been traveling very fast; for in the morning all the people were swearing at us in German, and early in the afternoon they began to swear at us in Italian.”"—Translated Jrom Simpticissimus Jor The Literary Digest. SELF-DISTRUST “Did you enjoy the concert?” asked the artistic young “Yes.” answered Mr, Cumrox, “I enjoyed it. afraid to say so for fear m the performers for playing But T was er and the girls would reprove —Washington THE FATE OF THE REALIST George Moore, the doyen of the Irish realistic rovelists, hs a rather curious manner of speaking; every now and then his words burst out of him in violent exclamations. He set out with the young artists, Will Rothenstein snd Waher ickert, to see the pictures in the Dulwich Gallery. They rode on’a street-car through dismal mile after dismal mile of Londoa suburb, growing very gloomy ‘Then Rothenstein said, " We're going through Peckham now." “Peckham?” cried George Moore. We must get down and look at Peckham! I've written a story about Peckham !” ‘They got down and looked at Peckham: they walked aleag dismal streets; and the air of George Moore grew more and more harassed. At last he cried,""I do not see that haystack aad that field! There wasa haystack and a field in my story! Where are they?” They walked along more dismal streets, and at Last they came upon a policeman, = George Moore stopped and said to him, “Could you Kindly tel] me where I can find a haystack and a d? “There aren't no ‘aystack nor no field in Peckhar policeman. “But there must be a haystack and a field in Peckham!” cried Geprge Moore. The policeman shook his head stolidly George Moore tottered on a few steps with a broken air, thea threw up his arms to the skies and cried in a tone of anguish: “That is the fate of the realist! He wfites a 'y about a haystack and a field in Peckham and there aren't any there!” Saturday Evening Post. WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN Mrs. Hollingsworth Andrews, of Philadelphia, layers in America * said the one of the At the end of a discussion oa gambling, she said the other day Never play for a stake if you have children, and never say to had done Whenever kind T think of the grat your partner in any case at the end of the game, ‘Ii ye this or that the outcome would have been different * Thave a partner of the ‘if you had? Cavendish. “Whea a partner said to him, ‘If you had doce s-and-so, we'd have made so-and-so," he always replied "Did you ever hear the story of your uncle and your aunt?” “If the player ha dit he would at once become silent, not wishing to heag it again, If he had not heard it he woall mn of the game and say: A Wasiixctox man on a recent visit to a benighted section of a Southwestern State was riding along the banks of the river that waters that section, and altbough he had gone some twenty miles of so, he had not in all that distance noticed a single fisher man. Meeting a man lounging near the stream, be asked: “Why doesn’t some one fish in this river?” “Ain't no fish,” was the laconic response of the native No fish in such a beautiful river as this!” exclaimed the astonished Washingtonian. “Why not?" The native lazily shifted his position and answered “Stranger, ef you could git outer this country fish can, do you reckon you'd be here?”—Argonawt easy as 8 Lire is published every Thursday Postal Union, $1.04 from date of publication, 25 cents Lire. is for sale by all Newsdealers iding, Chancery Lane, Landon, F uch's News Exchange, $5.00 in advance year extra. Single ¢ pies, 10 cents eat Britain England, Acests. + New Coventry Street Postage to foreign countries in the Leicester Square, W., News Exchange, 9 Rue St Mack numbers, after three months Saa nal News Company, Breams Lon on; Saarbach’s h's News Exchange, Ma No contribution will be returned unless accompanied by stamped and addressed enrclope. 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