Life, 1884-04-24 · page 12 of 16
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# "A Waltz" and "A Leap Year Fragment" This page contains two romantic/comedic pieces. The main illustration shows a couple waltzing—a sentimental poem about the pleasure of dancing with a woman, emphasizing the closeness and harmony of the moment. It's romantic Victorian-era verse celebrating the waltz as an intimate social dance. Below is "A Leap Year Fragment," a comic dialogue referencing the custom (appearing periodically) that women could propose to men during leap years. Here, a philanthropic woman named Hermia attempts to propose to Lysander Higgins, but her aggressive approach at "hitting" her target is humorously compared to her general lack of success. The joke plays on the awkwardness of role-reversal courtship. The page also includes reader responses and humorous mock-advice addressing queries about acting, German diplomacy, book publishing, and musical taste—typical of *Life* magazine's satirical "Answers to Correspondents" feature mocking contemporary concerns.
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Lys P Vy re A WALTZ., HAT ‘our de valse, that tour de valse— It turns my head to dreaming, That she through just a single waltz Was mine, at least in seeming ; My lips so near her golden hair I really could have kissed it ; Made richer by a joy so rare, While she would not have missed it ; Her hand so softly, lightly laid Upon my shoulder duly, Uplifting me as though she said— “T bless thee, bless thee,” truly. ‘That whirling, whirling, whirling dance— I wonder if a pleasure Exists, that could the boon enhance Of it, in endless measure ! Her gauzy gown of floating blue— A hazy cloud—infolding, From all the curious world, us two, Each other closely holding. In tour de valse across the floor— One wavy pulse—as ocean Has pulsed forever, o’er and o’er, In faultless rhyme of motion ! As crested waves the winds obey— Some spheric law their master— We swept adown the tuneful way, Now slower and now faster. Nor step nor note of music false ; ’T was harmony completed, The breathless rapture of that waltz— A LEAP YEAR FRAGMENT. Hermia : “ MY AIM 1N LIFE HAS BEEN PHILANTHROPY ; BACK ON MAN AS MY ONLY HOPE. BE MINE, LysANDER HIGGINS, oR—” “ GENTLY, MADAME; IF YOU DO N’T SUCCEED IN HITTING ER THAN YOU AIM AT HIM, YOU’LL HAVE TO RECORD AN- Lysander : MAN BET OTHER FAILURE.” dippin’ into polutucs. Barney, yer arrum.” And “taking the | unwilling Barney beneath her wing she walked majestically off. | Barney gone, Tipperary Alley lost its sole supporter, and | McGarrity Hall was chosen as the docus operandi. The owner of | the hall caused an article to be inserted in the constitution in effect that: ‘A foine av two dolliars be imposed upan ony gintleman, or otherwoise, who parpusly inflicts injoory an any pase av furnitoor in the manshun av the donator av the Hall. All such foines ter be appropriated to the sinkin’ foond far hoirin’ a hall whayre the matin’s may be held permanintly, subsiquint to the disestablishmint av the timperary arginization.” At this point a dog fight on the cliff detracted from the quorum to such an extent that the meeting adjourned. J. K. Banos. Low caste—“ Double twos.” Kickinc against the prix.—Objecting to the price. “My! but you’re a strapping fellow!” the dull razor remarked to the barber, as it was being sharp- ened. In dreams alone, repected. M. B. D. NOW I FALL “Tr’s long lain thathas no turning,” sighed the sick man, as he rolled over in his bed for the first time in two months. ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. ENRY I—G.—It was simply hypercritical in the dramatic critics to refer to your legs. An actor’s legs are entirely independent of his mind. They should be judged as an entity, not as attributes, Tom O——r.—(1) We believe the German mission is still vacant. (2) We do not know how to advise you; but you might apply for it, and if appointed, B. would feel more disgruntled than ever. J. G. B—r.—(1) If your book don’t sell, advertise for can- vassers, It is handsomely bound and a fair specimen of typog- raphy. We have not yet found time to read it. (2) Any physician will prescribe a remedy for chill-Blaines, if you are left out in the cold this Fall. THEODORE T——s.—(1) We cannot ascertain who the author of “ Sweet Violets” is, or whether he is living or dead. If still living, his friends keep him in close retirement. (2) People of culture prefer Beethoven with beer. comicbooks.com