Life — September 14, 1911 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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“EYRE Gertie, after kissing the baby: MOTHER, WHAT HAS nany BEEN EATING? Mk TASTES KIND 0" DIFFERENT. On the Road to Sheepshead Bay (With apologies to R. K.) N the old grandstand pavilion down at Sheepshead-by-the- In the empty, grass-grown paddocks—weepin’ ghosts wail mournfully Ghosts of Haggin, Keene and Whitney haunt the club house. Every tree Seems to whisper the-Sea! nothin’ doin’ "—down at Shcepshead-hy- On the road to Sheepshead Bay Where the coach-horns used to play— And the bookies used to thunder— “ Make your bets? They're of! Hooray!” My jockey cap was yaller and my coat was olive green. I weighed-in at ninety-seven. In the boxes. every Queen Smiled and hollered, “Go it Clancy!” “Sce the da ain't he cute . And at night I'd bathe in bubbles and I'd puff a fine cheroot. But it's dead at Sheepshead Bay Same at Brighton, down the While at Belmont Park they're flyin'— Flyin’ higher every day. Lord—I've had my, share of troubles, but this anti-law’s the wors I'm a-growin’ fat and bloated. And it's beer to drown my thirst ! I'm a chauffeur now and drivin’ tin-horn sports along Broad- way Always longin’ for a saddle and a mount at Sheepshead Bay. Hoppy days at Sheepshead Bay! With the flags a wavin’ gay And the band a@ playin’ “ Dixie” And the Brooklyn under Roger Lamson, Jr. A Man's Best Friend ILBERTON had been West on a ranch for three years; during that time he had corresponded regularly with his old friend Kait, but he had never seen Kait’s wife, as they had been married six months after be left home. Kait was the oldest and best friend that Gilberton had, and when he came back he lost no time in looking him up. Iberton had traced Kait up to his golf club, it being Saturday afternoon. As he came up to the clubhouse he saw a group of ladies and one or two men standing. In the distance across the links several players were going round. Gilberton ran across Stancher, whom he had known of yore. “Hello, old fellow,” said Gilberton. “Glad to sce you: yes, I just got back from California; been there three years; came up here to see Kait.” “There he is,” said Stancher—* he’s at the third hole— with Miss Hillson.” “Miss Hillson—who's she Stancher laughed. “Well,” he said, “what of that?) Mrs. Kait is sitting over there in that rocker. Come over and I'll introduce you. “But tell me—is there anything up?” ‘othing more than uswal.” ncher leaned over, They don't quite jibe—that’s all. Nice people, both of Iberton held his peace ‘ake me over,” he said. Stancher drew him by the arm to where Mrs. Kait was sitting “You ought to know this man,” he said. “ Mr. Gilber- ton.” Mrs. Kait exclaimed : “Dear me, Jack’s oldest and best friend. I am awfully glad to sce you. And Jack will be simply overjoyed. He has missed you more than anyone else—he talks about you con- stantly.” Gilberton sat down, and Stancher, excusing himself, went away to start a foresome He's the same old boy, isn’t he?” he said, looking at his friend’s wife. She was a very pretty woman. Kait won- dered how any man could give such a charming person up for another. “ Just about the same.” And why aren't you playing golf “T rarely play. Jack docs the athletics for the family.” “ He's off there—on the fourth hole, isn’t he?” you know. If Jac “That's all right. It won't take him long to go aro “Where are you staying?” “T haven't any plans yet, Iam just drifting around.” Mrs. Kait had been quietly studying } She had formed a certain conception of her husband's best friend, but now it all had to be readjusted. Jack had spoken to her about his putting up with them—had rather insisted upon it—but she had resented the idea from the start. In fact, they had had an unpleasant scene about it “Billy Gilberton and I always bunked together,” he had u h comicbooks.co