Jeu D'Esprit

 

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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


The New York Times, December 21, 1897, Page 7 December 21, 1897, Page 7

  

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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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