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JEU D’ESPRIT.
[NEWS FROM KLONDIKE
! ]
Via
Daily Papers.
Monday – “Starvation
at Dawson City.”
Tuesday – “Food
plentiful at Dawson.”
Wednesday – “Dawson’s
great famine!”
Thursday – “Klondike
all right!”
Friday – “Food
scarce at Dawson.”
Saturday – “Tons of supplies for Dawson City.”
Sunday – “Cuban news
and a little politics.”
A few days ago I
saw a little dog run up and down the street, yelping mournfully. He was chased
by a large brute. Just as the latter was about to seize him the little fellow
squeezed through a fence. Once safely inside he put on a front that would have
done an old pit fighter credit. How delightfully human was the little dog, I
thought.
Cleo might be the
prettier, but Anna has Helled on around here longer at any rate.
Barnum was right as
far as he went. The American people do like to be humbugged, and, strange to
say, prefer to have it done by foreigners.
Voices of next
summer – “Let’s go into the subway to get cool; it only costs a nickel.”
They say Ysaye’s is
his secretary and manager all of his money matters. Mrs. Penn Dennis, in our
case, shirks the former, but to the latter she’s more than faithful.
“Forty dollars buys
a pretty family horse, beach wagon, robes and harness.” (Advt.) No wonder the
horse runs over every bicyclist that he possibly can, since a good wheel costs
more than double the above amount.
Doesn’t make you a little
weary to see a shoe sign “Trilby Shoes?” It does us. Then again, if she had stuck
to shoes there wouldn’t have been any Trilby, would there?
Kipling got a
dollar a word for writing “White Horses.” I will wager a dollar a horse that he
wishes they were still in the barn.
I HAVE NOTICED:
That a wise man has
his foolish spells.
That barking dogs
never bite where the fence is between you.
That bicycles look
best in windows there days.
That all roads
appear to lead to big Sunday journals.
That education
doesn’t help you catch fish.
That if many poets
are born nowadays they must be spirited away in infancy.
That it is time to
stop.
“Keep merry.”
PENN DENNIS.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trilby_(novel)
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JEU D’ESPRIT.
Clement Scott, the
big London stage roaster, who is just now in a theatrical hornet’s nest, is
wondering if it pays to tell the truth. No, Clem, it doesn’t; you are a
newspaper man.
I sincerely wish
that these little magazinelets would keep their original shape for at least six
months–one volume. They usually begin in a cute, convenient size, then in a
month or two swell into something big and clumsy, like the Chap Book, for
instance.
“Truth,” the artistic
and societyistic, gave a double Christmas number, but kept its price down to
the regular sum, five cents. That was sensible and just. Why should the
supporters of any magazine be called upon to pay more for a Christmas number?
The enlargement, if management desires to make one, should be in the manner of
a Christmas gift to readers.
A Cambridge man
allowed an immense square telegraph pole to be set in front of his residence,
because, he said, “it would make that much less sidewalk to shovel off after a
snowstorm.”
None of us need “a
man without a country” in these days of politics and swindle; like some of the
wily Cubans we might have two of three.
“The funniest thing
happened on a Harvard Bridge car a few nights ago. The lights went out leaving
us in total darkness.”
“I don’t see
anything funny about that.”
“Well no one asked
where Moses was.”
The dome of the State House turned pale just
before the election, and won’t regain its natural color until the Republican
Committee find the ‘cause” of the Cutis landslide.
Plaid stockings are
shown in great variety and will be very popular, etc. – Sunday paper. Where are
they shown?
Zola, the pet of
Paris, hooted at Daudet’s funeral! Once more and again, what is fame?
“A friend in need” –
but what’s the use, all of mine are in that condition.
It’s just as easy
to write it in ’98.
PENN DENNIS.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clement_Scott
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chap-Book
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truth_(magazine)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1894_Boston_mayoral_election
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JEU
D’ESPRIT.
If they don’t pull
Steve Crane off from the battlefield he will be provoking another outbreak between
Greece and turkey just for the sake of getting more color. Come home with your
tints. Stevy, and write them up; we are all pining for the great novel.
Jack Haverly of old
time minstrel fame, after many reverses, turns up a Cripple Creek millionaire.
The “boys,” however, prefer to remember him as plain “Jack” Haverly, marching
down the street amid the brassy din of his crack minstrel team.
There are bicycles
and bicycles, but out in Franklin Park one week ago today there were bicycles
and bicycles and bicycles.
Oscar Girard in the
new English, is all right. While he gives us a delightful reminder of Francis
Wilson, Dan Daly, and Charly Evans, it is without being in any sense of the
word a copyist. No, Girard is nothing if not original. It is hoped that the
Castle Square will retain him in Boston the coming season.
Women have
wonderful memories. They appear never to forget that there is danger of their
dresses gaping at the back.
Walter Blackburn
Harte, so long identified with Edwin D. Mead
in the New England Magazine, is a man of much “go.” Since he left the New
England he was editor of his true and right little monthly, The Fly Leaf, till
the Philistine bought him up, and now the Lotus has him. Mr. Harte is a little
man, but a mighty essayist and a fine wit. If you think he is at all in love
with the daily newspaper (especially Boston) ask him sometime.
Poor Miss Bacchante,
she had a hard time in finding a permanent lodging house. But it’s truly the
old story over again; a woman with so questionable a character, especially with
a jag on, is bound to find a cool reception in the hearts of intelligent and
moral loving people. New York never was particular.
As an all round
literary “feller,” Rudyard Kipling easily defeats anything that has entered the
ring this century, but for one I am glad that Alfred not Rudyard is royal
rhymer, tho’ the latter is better qualified as his “Seven Seas” has proved. But
the Jungle Book man will entertain the world a great deal better without the
chaffing laureate harness to curb his quill galloping.
A very easy but
unprofitable way to settle the liquor question is to go up and take something.
Too many cooks
spoil most any dainty broth.
PENNDENNIS.
https://coloradocentralmagazine.com/jack-haverlys-towns-for-suckers/
Oscar
Girard wobbles [sic] not unpleasantly in “Dan” Daly’s shoes and other
not widely known actors are spoken highly of.’
(The Herald, Syracuse, New York, Sunday, 2 July 1899, p.10a) https://footlightnotes.wordpress.com/tag/oscar-girard/
The Fly Leaf. https://www.google.com/books/edition/_/lTlZAAAAIAAJ?hl=en
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