A Lamb, His Partner and a Ferocious Feline, with a Sidelight on Broadway There are two partners Shanghai, John and Pi don't' intend to indicate' their identity any closer than to say that they are manufacturers Peinter's ink, one. of the most deadly substances known. Not only has it withered men's souls and destroyed all their better feelings, not only has it blasted reputations, and conferred honour where none should have been conferred, made kings and uncrowned them, but, like all habit forming. drugs, hab oftentimes made slaves of its! masters. That is why most Journalists stay in the. business—the very smell of printer's ink has a subtle fascination for them.
John and Philip became servants of the master they made and for 30 tong years their outlook was bounded by the limits of the inky vastnesses which they, themselves created. Perhaps it was the very fact of the dulles of their pursult, the absence of colour, that after three decades, John and Philip, being amply rewarded by the genie they had. conjured up, decided to go proving. "Or maybe, it was the stories that their product had Aepictod when passed into other hands that made them decide to eave their wives and foray into other lands in search of - tigers. We might mention here that Pailip belongs to the Lamb's Club, New York, between which and tigers we understand there to be some dark bond of sympatl The preliminary perils of breaks ing the news to their—respective wives having been encountered and successfully met, John and Philip, holding each other's hands, fared forth into the wide wide world. in search of adventure. We have not Tearned the secret of How these two managed to placate their spouses, but we suspect it has something to do with the self same printer's ink Which made the jourpocsible—at any rate John said their wives were just as much partners as they were, and, po3- sibly that accounts for it. So, the most difficult part of the journey having thus been disposed of, our heroes, as we say, hand in hand, went walking out' into the west, towards the setting sun and the thrills and surprises. "The glamour of adventure was upon them. They Sid not aspire to become cowboys, or take up the bold career of police: men—for your manufacturer of printer's ink is generally a wine some, naive coul—but they thirsted for blood, flying fur, gnashing teeth—in fact'tigers.
Tt was only the other day while John and Philip were resting their fear against the bar of a. local club, doing things they cannot do in the United States of Aridity, we were vouchsafed a photograph of
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