Life — April 16, 1908 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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say,” replied Taft, “give me ia or give me death! So saying, they stole hurriedly back to the car. Once more kicking Dub Comstock in the face—this being the signal agreed upon for departure—before any one could object the Zip was speeding toward the Rocky Moun tains. “Ha, ha!” laughed Taft, as they passed Nebraska. “This trip is well worth taking for the things we escape!” Wyoming loomed ahead. Several Indian reservations were run down. The wonderful car sang sleeplessly on. Suddenly the air began to grow cold. The temperature dropped de- greesatatime. Metcalfe leaned for- ward. There was a great, overwhelm- ing chill ahead. Dub Comstock’s hands, as he strained his beloved “Three Weeks” to his Gargantuan 1. im the heart of the Rocky Mountains Here a telegram from the White House was handed aboard. Metcalje, Buffalo, en route to Maxim's Will you be my successor? T.R To which the following reply was sent: Not while Comstock lives. too plain My duty is From Buffalo to Waterloo, Indiana, nothing happened except that a railroad engine was run over on a crossing, dam- aging slightly one of the Zip’s side- lights, Passing Niagara several local cars at- tempted to follow, but only for a short distance At Waterloo the car was met by a dele- gation of Indiana female poets. Dub Comstock hid himself in the bot- tom of the car, where he couldn't be seen. “Not for me!” he exclaimed. Thus the meters flew by until Chicago was reached. Here a grand reception was held. W. J. Bryan was the orator of the day. As the car drew up in front of the Auditorium, the crowd was almost as dense as an army of the unemployed on the East Side, or the Subway at sun- down Leaving Dub Comstock to wash and clean her up, and warning him that if he loafed any there would be nothing doing for him when they got to Maxim’s, Driver Metcalfe and Globe-Whizzed Taft passed inside. Miniature models of the Iroquois Theatre, all ablaze, with a large audience and closed doors, were distributed to the audience by the Theatrical Trust. Mr. Bryan said: “T will not make a formal speech, my intention being to talk only for about three hours and a half. After this, the customary explanation will be read by a representative of the Standard Oil Com- pany of why that Christian Trust has been treated with such injustice. This will be succeeded by a reading of the President's latest message. The Merry Widow waltz will be played on the side as an accompaniment. Chauncey De- pew will then regale us with a few bright stories. The W. C. T. U. glee club will then sing the Star-Spangled Banner, and Dr. Dwight Hillis, accompanied by Ham- ilton Wright Mabie, will offer a prayer of their joint composing. We will then be entertained by a biograph exhibition of John Drew dressing himself for a part, and the exercises will be concluded by a short, extra dry benediction by Lyman Abbot Metcalfe looked at his companion in misery. “What say you?” he gasped. chest, began to be frostbitten. But still he clung. Taft craned his curved front toward the coming peril, as he pulled down his fur cap. “Hat” he exclaimed, as, just at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, in the dim distance, they saw the outlines of a great I thought— car, covered with ice, Fairbanks is ahead of us!” (To be continued) In Wall Street “NYJHAT does ex. dividend mean? “Money coming in that you've already spent.” A STRIKING AD. comicbooks.com