Life — August 4, 1910 — page 32: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

My at rtinent Cousin (reads): “THE ROCKS ALONG OUR COAST MAY B NI ARE OF THE FINEST VIOLET, M LE DIFFERENT INDIVIDUAL RIGIDLY. . FRED! “I Want to Fly” hortly before the conclusion of the war with Napoleon there were a num- ber of French officers in an inland town on their parole of honor, Now one gentleman being tired with the usual routine of eating, drinking, gam- bling, smoking, ete., therefore in order to amuse himself otherwise, resolved to go a-fishing. His host supplied him with rod and line, but being in want of artificial flies went in search of a fishing-tackle maker's shop. | Having found one, kept by a plain painstaking John Bull, our Frenchman entered, and with a bow, a cringe and a shrug of th 3 ” exclaimed the shopkeeper; “not that I understand it, but I’m very well, if that’s what you mean.” “Bon, bon, ver good; den sare, I sall tell you, I vant deux fly.” “T dare say you do, Mounseer.” re- p TIDE THE: FEW SPFCTACLES ARE CALCULATED TO AFFORD MORE PLEASU! YOU TAKE ONE AND I'LL TAKE THE OTHER! SEASIDE STUDIES E CREATURES MAY BE CONTEMPL plied the Englishman, “and so do a great many more of your outlandish gentry, but I’m a true-born Briton, and can never consent to assist the enemies of my country to leave it— particularly when they cost us much to bring them here.” “ Ah, Monsieur, you no comprehend ; I shall repeate. I vant deux fly on the top of de vater.” “Oh! what, you want to fly by water, do you? Then I’m sure I can't assist you, for we are at least a hun- dred miles from the seacoast and our canal is not navigable above ten or twelve miles from here.” “Diable! sare, you are un stup of the block. I shall tell you once seven times over again—I want deux fly on the top of de vater, to dingle, dangle at the end of the long pole.” “Ay, ay! you only fly, Mounscer, by land or water, and if they catch you, I'll be hanged if they don’t dingle, dan- gle you, as you call it, at the end of a long pole.” “Sacre nom de dieu! la blas. Vat E TO A LOVER OF NATURF——' —From John Leech’s Famous Pictures in “ Puncl SEEN STUDDED WITH THESE BEAUTIF! OFTEN WITH PINK, MAUVE, GRE! H'M, HERE ARE TWO LOVELY Srrci- you mean by dat, enfer diable? are un bandit jack of de ass, J de Bull. Ba, ba, you are efir and I disgrace me to parley vid 5 I tell you, sare, dat I vant deux fi on the top of de vater, to dingle, « gle at the end of the long pole, trap poisson.” “What's that you say, you French Mounseer—you'll lay a trap to_poison me_and all my family because [ won't assist you to escape? Why, the like was never heard. Here, Betty, go for the constable.” The constable soon arrived, happened to be as ignorant as shopkeeper, and, of course, it was # expected that a constable should scholar. Thus the man of offic ga What’s all this? Betty has been telling me that this here outlandish Frenchman is going to poison you and all your family? Ay, ay, I should like to catch him at it, that’s all. Come, come to prison, you delinquent.” “No, sare, I shall not go to de comicbooks.com