Life — September 1, 1910 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Sparks From Old Anvils (Continued from page 360) and Jack roses lie cuddled up together in their little beds is a thing to remember and look back to and pay for. To stand knee-deep in grass and gladioli, to smell the mashed and mussed-up mignonette and the last fragrant sigh of the serunched heliotrope beneath the hoof of your horse, while far away the deep-mouthed baying of the hoarse hounds, hotly hugging the reeking trail of the anisced bag, calls on the gorgeously caparisoned hills to give back their merry music or fork it over to other answering hills, is joy to the huntsman’s heart. On, on I rode with my unconfined locks streaming be hind me in the autumn wind. On and still on I sped, the big, bright, pumpkin slipping up and down the gambrel of my spirited horse at every jump. On and ever on we went, shedding terror and pumpin seeds along our glittering track, Il my proud steed ran his leg in a gopher hols and fell over one’ of those machines that they put on a high-headed steer to keep him from jumping fences. As the horse fell, the necklace of this hickory poke flew up and itself around my throat. In feet again, and gaily of this barbarous appliance over a n plowed into a brand-new culvert or rooted up eld. "Every ti oan orchard or a cemetery it’would jar m 6.5. Nictolas and knock me silly, But I could sce with joy that it re 2 eds de Should au Andrew Usher Id acquaintance pe foro” & C2, Se Q &C6., duced the speed of my horse. / 5 went Distillers. 4 7, 1S Me] New York. down reluctantly, it scemed tc he knew [ Edinbursh ers ; OR | cclo'agents, would. never see such riding ont | 1 ‘ 2 as 1ollow moan, curled u E modic quiver with his little, nerveless, sawed: a The other huntsmen succee bag at sundown, in time to cate Fox-hunting is one of the most thrilling pa which I know, and for young men whose parc amassed large sums of money in the intellectual pu hides and tallow, the mect, the chase, the sea cry, the cover, the stellated fracture, the yelp of the yip, the yell of triumph, the confusion, the wh holla, the haloos, the hurrah, the abrasion, the snort hunter, the concussion, the sward, the op stopper, the strangulated hernia, the glad cry of th as he brit quivering seat of the pea taloons, the yelp of joy as he lays at his ma s strawberry mark of the rust , all are exhil, the sons of the American nobility, Fox-hunting combines the danger and the tuous joy of the skating rink, the toboggan slide and-milk sociable and the straw ride. With a good horse, an air cushion, a rel oye e stopper and an aniseed bag, a man must be blasé who cannot enjoy a scamper across count Pennsylvania wold, the New Jersey mere, the eo moor, the Indiana glade, the Missouri brake, th | mead, the American tarn, the fen, the gulch, wallow, the cranberry marsh, the glen, the draw made his money by inventing a fluent pill, or who gai his great wealth th clieving humanity by me Take them a lung-pad, a liver-pa hunting is first rate. 66s 49) into camp for Sidney Smith on Rogers . “How is Rogers?” “He is not very we your vacation. what is the matter?” “Oh, don't you know, ! duced a couplet? When our friend is delivered of a cour let, with infinite labor and pain, he takes to his bed, has | straw laid down, the knocker tied up, expects his friends 10 CAM BRIDGE 23 | call and make inquiries, and the answer at i in boxes of ten Cc “Mr. Rogers and his little couplet are as wel pected When he produces an Alexandrine AMBASSADOR 35 bed a day longer."—From Sidney Smith's “1! Cc 3 the after-dinner size dom.” The ate Mr. Hayward said of Carle that his fe ; a aim and philosophy of life was “the smallest happiness & “The Little Brown Box the fewest number."—English Conversational 1 (Continued on page 367)