Life — January 7, 1909 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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The Fragrant Memory of a departed era, lingers o'er a drink of “Old James E. Pepper” Whiskey. ‘Tis over a century ago that Elijah Pepper of the proud old Virginia Culpepper family frst roduced the famous “Old Pepper” Whiskey. From that day to this, it has remained America’s best bourbon whiskey. It is made today in the way it was made 100 years ago—in an old fashioned distillery—in the famous lime-stone and blue- grass district of Kentucky—where the sparkling spring water and climatic conditions provide, as in no other section of the world, an ideal com- bination for the distilling of whiskey. It is a Tich, mellow bourbon of exquisite flavor—aged in white oak casks and bottled in bond. Ask for “Old James E. Pepper.” You will appreciate its delicious flavor and be benefited by its rare medicinal qualities. It your dealer does not handle it, or if you live in localities where liquors are not sold, write us at once for the name of our nearest distributor, who will supply you direct, with the positive guarantee that if it does not prove eminently satisfactory—we'll refund your money. STABLISHED_ 17890 oLD"FEPPER, WHISKEY SPECIAL TRIAL OFFER I full gallon 6-year-old “Old Pepper” —Bottled in Bond—packed in two full half-gallon bottles—all charges prepaid and tent ia plain unmarked box $ 5.00 12 full quart bottles G-year-old “Old Pepper”—Boltled in Bond— charges prepaid 15.00 Sent any: THE JAMES E. PEPPER DISTILLING COMPANY 101 Frankfort Pike, Lexington, Ky 601 Rector Bldg., Chicago. Doing Egypt and the Nile So you are just back from a circular tour of the Mediterranean, including Egypt and the Nile. Well, well! The speaker was George Ade. Shaking the hand of the brown young faser he went on I know the sort of conversation you heard Listen and I'll tear n like this Cleopatra lived here, and Moses and Pharaoh. [1 makes your head swim, doesn’t it “*T guess it's the bad air. too. Is that the Nile? over there—in Egypt, say ard or two. “Isn't it lovely? It hurts my head, “*Look at the crocodile basking in the sun.’ “* Gee, there’s the Sphinx!’ And that must be the desert. But I don't ny caravans.” No. How provoking!’ “‘Isn't it nice to travel on a railroad where they don’t have any soot?’ “*Yes, and do you notice the balmy, spicy smell? What can it be? I'll ask the brake- man. Brakeman!" “* Yes, madam?? +" Where does that spicy smell come from?* “*From the engine, ma'am. We don't use nothing but mummies for fuel on this here line.’ "'—Philadelphia Bulletin, NESTOR TTES NESTOR" ““IMPORTED’’ ** ROYAL NESTOR Treg Tater cores Bie Tabet A smoker true coutd ne'er forget His trusty SESTOR Cigarette Down and Out Used to brag when work was slack, Nothin’ else to do, Couldn’t put him on his back, No use tryin’ to Said he'd been in many a bout, Wrastlin’ every day, Nobody could put him out, Wasn't built that way. Little feller name o” Hall, Well known here in town, Wasn't neither short nor tall, ried to put him down. Used to wrastle every day, Wrastled quite a bit, Hall ‘ud lose, but always say: “Bet I throw him yit!”” Wal—they wrastled on for years, Finally, one day, After all his jokes an’ jeers, Hall put him away Put him out for good an’ all; “Don't know Hall?” How so? First name’s Al an’ last name's Hall, Middle nanie was Coe. JW. Foley Wasted Energy A Baltimore man had decided that he must administer a stern lecture to his six-year-old son Harry. The boy had been naughty, but did not seem to appreciate the fact; and it was with some reluctance, therefore, that the parent un dertook a scolding He spoke judiciously, but severely; he re- counted the lad's misdeeds, and duly explained the whys and wherefores of his solemn rebuke, his wife the while sitting by, duly impressed Finally, when the fathcr ceased, for breath and incidentally to hear the culprit’s acknowledg ment of error, the lad, his face beaming with ad- miration, turned to his mother and said: “Ma, isn't Pa interesting? ""—Harper's Monthly. “The Perfect Pint of Stout’ Manufactured for 144 years and has never had an equal, Smooth and creamy. Sind for Robe LUYTIES BROTHERS comicbooks.com