Life — March 12, 1908 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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281 such beautiful examples of resignation, patience under difficulties and supreme fortitude. Asa rule, the commuter is very friendly and easily approached. If he becomes confidential he will readily borrow money, and on the train will sit and tell you stories about his own family, thus keeping you from the vulgar influences of newspaper head- lines. He plays whist on the slightest provocation and you may often be drawn into a game with him whether you care to or not. It is thought that in case of war with Japan the commuter will furnish some of our most serviceable material. H ured to all the perils of climate and years of constant exposure have toughened him to endure any hardship. The Dog and His Master O DOUBT it is considerably to man’s discredit that he will not stand comparison, as regards honesty and fidelity, with the dog. And yet, if man had been, from the beginning, as honest and faithful as the dog, where would he be now? Gnawing old bones in some superior being’s back yard or taking some superior being’s kicks, or dividing, with a slug of booze and a cigarette, the distinction of being some superior being’s best friend? We're a queer world and most anything is possible. Sometimes you will almost believe that humanity is intended to be human first of all, and perfect only as it finds it convenient. R. B. IVE an Irishman half a chance and he does well; give him none at all and he does better. . pone eos ,2 DRUDE Ue RON In Boston “YES, sir, before I was ten years old I knew everything.” “T suspected everything at The Professor's Wife: YOU HAVEN'T KISSED ME FOR A WEEK. The Professor (absently): ARE YOU SURE? THEN WHO IS IT 1 HAVE BEEN. KISSING ? The Commuter 'HE question as to whether the McAdoo tunnel, which connects Hoboken with Sixth Avenue, will at last bring New Jersey into the United States is a delicate one and should be prayer- fully considered. That it is possible to walk from the Jersey meadows to New York on dry land by going under the Hudson would seem to argue that New Jersey has at last come into her own. Hitherto the Hoboken ferry boats have been the only links that have connected us with that region, inhabited mostly by commuters, that lies to the west. This portion of the earth’s surface, known as Jersey, has long been the lair of the commuter and, issuing from thence every morning, fierce bands of these migratory tribes have descended upon the defenceless metropolis. At night they can be seen hurrying home, carrying their spoils with them. These peculiar tribes have never been studied carefully the scientist, for the reason that, being nomadic in their habits, they never stay long enough in one place to furnish any trustworthy data. On Sundays, clad in frock coats and silk hats, they can be seen walking with their young. Some specimens are highly educated, having subscribed to Lire for several years. The question has often risen as to whether a commuter has a soul. It has been pointed out that among those com- muters who travel on the Erie, it would be impossible, without souls, to furnish SELP-TAUT comicbooks.com