Life, 1885-09-17 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 157 The main cartoon depicts two men dining at the Palais Royal restaurant. The caption humorously credits "Jack" with treating his friend to dinner at this establishment, noting it's a "pretty good dinner for two" at "France and a half, eh?"—a play on the restaurant's expense. Below are three separate pieces: a romantic poem ("A Chansonnette") about lost love, a brief anecdote ("Keeping Him Out") about a poor boy who lost ten cents and was given money by a gentleman, and a short quip about Mr. Evarts gaining weight before being discovered to have hidden a speech in his pocket. The page primarily satirizes wealth disparities and restaurant dining culture rather than specific political figures.
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AT THE PALAIS ROYAL. Jack (who has just treated his friend to the dinner of the establishment): PRETTY GOOD DINNER FOR TWO FRANCS AND A HALF, EH? His friend: FURST RATE. LET'S HAVE ANOTHER. A CHANSONNETTE. OU are singing so well, My Lady. And your voice seems filled with tears, As you sing of a long-lost springtime, And youth and the misty years. And I wonder if you ‘ve forgotten That springtime so long ago, When you and I wandered together, And both were—well, I do n't know, For 't was not so very long after You married that wealthy beast, And I—well, I'm an old bachelor, And do n't, of course, care the least. Anc vou 're singing so well, My Lady; Like > pearl falls every note ; And nobor'v dreams, My Lady, of The lump chere is in my throat. R. King, 7p KEEPING HIM OUT. A LITTLE boy with a milk pitcher in his hand stood on a corner crying bitterly. « What is the matter, little boy?” asked a very sedate old gentleman who was passing. “T've lost me money, an’ me fadder ‘Il lick me when I git home,” replied the boy, bursting out anew. “ How much did you lose ?” “ Ten cents,” “Oh, well, here is ten cents for you. get your milk.” “Taint for milk,” said the honest little boy as he pocketed the money and scampered away, “it’s for beer.” Now run along and R. EVARTS is reported to have gained ten pounds recently ; but after he was weighed it was discovered that he had one of his speeches in his pocket. MEN OF GRIT—Railway employees ‘and passengers.