[Illustration: GENEROUS. “GIVE ME A BITE OF YOUR CANDY, PLEASE, FLOSSIE?” “NO, BUT YOU MAY KISS ME WHILE MY MOUF IS STICKY.”] [Illustration: “LET NOT THE SUN GO DOWN UPON YOUR WRATH.”] [Illustration: THE STREETS OF NEW YORK.] [Illustration: “IT’S AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NOBODY ANY GOOD.”] [Illustration: AFTER THE WAR. “WELCOME HOME! ARE YOU ONE OF OUR HEROIC 71ST?” “NO, I AIN’T NO HERO. I’M A REGULAR.”] [Illustration: THE OVERWORKED AMERICAN FATHER. HIS DAY OFF IN AUGUST.] [Illustration: A HINT TO FATHERS. DON’T DESTROY A ROMANCE BY MEETING HIM MORE THAN HALF WAY.] [Illustration: THE TRIUMPH OF GENIUS.] [Illustration: A STUDY.] [Illustration: A HIGHWAYMAN HELD UP.] [Illustration: GILT-EDGED SECURITY. “I NEED THE MONEY, AS I AM ABOUT TO BE MARRIED.” “WHAT SECURITY CAN YOU GIVE?” “THE GIRL’S NAME.”] [Illustration: A SAGACIOUS WOODCOCK.] [Illustration: PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT. “IT IS TRUE, DARLING, THAT I PLAY THE RACES, INDULGE IN INTOXICATING DRINKS, AND SOMETIMES SWEAR A LITTLE; BUT I SHALL STOP IT ALL WHEN YOU ACCEPT ME.” “ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN?” “I KNOW IT! I’VE DONE IT EVERY TIME I’VE BEEN ENGAGED.”] [Illustration: THE SPIRIT OF THE KLONDIKE.] [Illustration: DOUBTFUL. “WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS IN REGARD TO MY DAUGHTER?” “WHAT ARE YOURS?”] [Illustration: WHEN DOCTORS DISAGREE.] [Illustration: AN EXPLANATION. _He:_ “WHEN I MARRIED YOU, YOU HADN’T A CENT.” “OH, YES, I HAD. MY FACE WAS MY FORTUNE.” “NOW I KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY ‘MONEY TALKS.’”] [Illustration: SELECTING AN EMPLOYER.] [Illustration: AN APT PUPIL. “I AM TEACHING YOUR FATHER HOW TO PLAY POKER.” “HOW ARE YOU GETTING ON?” “WELL, HE ASKED ME YESTERDAY IF HE COULD LIVE WITH US AFTER WE WERE MARRIED.”] [Illustration: IS BICYCLING BAD FOR THE HEART?] [Illustration: A REMARKABLE COINCIDENCE. THE PARTED THE EVENING BEFORE, NEVER TO MEET AGAIN.] [Illustration: IN THE GARDEN OF YOUTH.] [Illustration: IN THE YEAR ONE.] [Illustration: HIS FIRST LOVE.] [Illustration: HER TREMENDOUS FEAR. “OH DEAR, I AM DREADFULLY WORRIED. I BET A DOZEN KISSES WITH FRED AGAINST A DOZEN PAIR OF GLOVES THAT IT WILL RAIN TO-MORROW.” “AND YOU ARE AFRAID YOU WILL LOSE?” “NOT A BIT. I DO NOT NEED THE GLOVES.”] End of Project Gutenberg's Sketches and Cartoons, by Charles Dana Gibson