Life — November 7, 1907 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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California Away from constantly besetting cares and conventionalities ; away from the chill of Fall and Winter, and find rest and recreation in that paradise of flowers, beautiful scenery and rare climate —California. Take The Overland Limited ' on the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Railway By far the most luxurious and exclusive of transcontinental trains, Perfect © in every appointment ; unapproached service in dining, sleeping and library- observation cars. Electric lighted throughout. Leaves Union Passenger Station, Chicago, 6.05 p. m., completing trip in less than three days. Also a train 10.25 p. m., with through standard and tourist sleepers. Literature upon addressing : F. A. MILLER, Genoral Passongor Agont, CHICAGO. W. S. HOWELL Eastern Passonger Agent, 381 Broadway, New York. YY! | 4 i ye PALL MALL FAMOUS CIGARETTES For Social Gatherings A Shilling in bondon A Quarter Here Croquet BEN M. BYERS, Pittsburg’s famous golfer, was talking at a dinner about dawdling players, “Nothing is more vexatious,” Mr. Byers said, “than to follow one of these dawdlers over a course, They all should be served as a bow-legged chap was the other day. “He was playing at Englewood. His play was as slow as it was poor. Setting his warped legs v apart, he would miss the easiest ball three or four times handrunning. He was retarding half a dozen good, brisk players, but this he didn’t seem to mind at all. “Finally one man, having drawn very near, lost patience, and with a neat shot sent his ball fying directly between the slow player’s bow legs. “The slow player jumped back in a great fright, Then he yelled, angrily: “*Say, do you call that golf ?? ‘0,’ said the other, ‘but I call it pretty good croquet.” —Washington Star. The Dog to the Vivisector HY have you developed my capacity for love, and my joy in love and loving service, so that even reproachful looks or words cause me agony, so that even silent coldness on the part of my human friends, even the loss of approval, makes me miser- abl, ff, after all, you are to impose on me the in- tolerable agony (worse to some dogs than the vivi- sector’s knife) of being delivered over to a death of torture at the hands of the beings I have adored and served?—The Abolitionist CANADA'S Supreme Court has fixed a maximum of three hours for counsel's addresses, which de- cree has recalled some tales of overlong speeche The story is told of a counsel who pressed his argu- ment for a lang time with frequent repetition. “Mr. +" said the judge, “you have said that before." : “Have I, my lord?” replied counsel, apologetic: ally. “Iam very sorry; I forgot it.” “Don't apologize,” was the judicial response; “it was so very long ago. An American lawyer, who seemed unable to ar- rive at the end of a prolonged speech, at last ven- tured to express a fear that he was taking up too much time, “Oh, never mind time,” observed the judge, “ for goodness sake, do not trench upon eternity. Buffalo Commercial. Why He Was Released N A report the Superintendent of the Jubbulpore Jail mentions the case of a cook nanied Lazarus who was sentenced to two days’ imprisonment in default of a fine of two rupees. He was released on the day of his admission, the reason being that “ihe amount of trouble to which the jail staff was put in dealing with him was out of all proportion to the probable effect of the punishment on him.”—West- minster Gazette. An Overbalanced Want T= vicar of a large country town in England visited a parishioner, a widow, seventy-five years old, who had had ten children, all of whom except one daughter had married and left her. Now this daughter also was about to be married. The old lady would then be left quite alone, and the clergy man endeavored to sympathize with her. “Well, Mrs. Higgins,” he said, “you must feel lonely nov, after having had so large a family.” “Yes, sir,” she said, “I do feel it lonesome. I've brought up & large family, and here I am living alone. An' I misses ’em an’ I wants ’em; but I misses ’em more than I wants ’em.”—Bellman. fishin A and 0 chat « to the sorbe Wh child’ and t praye and A self, fe only | to pay comicbooks.com