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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 233 **The main content is a poem** by O. Herford titled "Hide and Seek," illustrating a romantic game between lovers beneath a willow tree. The accompanying sketch shows a woman and cherub in the tree's hollow. **Below are two satirical brief dialogues:** 1. **"Left Out in the Cold"** mocks applicants seeking anonymous newspaper jobs, with His Satanic Majesty (the Devil) appearing as the employer—suggesting newspaper work is hellish or morally compromising. 2. **"Pointing a Moral"** ridicules a domestic dispute over theater attendance, with the husband dismissing moral instruction from his wife—satire on marital tension and hypocrisy about propriety. **The final item** jokes about "Buffalo Bill" being urged to occupy the Bulgarian throne, referencing contemporary political turmoil in Bulgaria and American frontier celebrity culture.
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NE day beneathe a willowe tree, Love met a mayde moste faire to see; “Come play at hyde and seeke,” cried he. “With alle my hearte !""—quoth she. “I'm it!" Love cries, and rounde hys eyes A scarfe the maiden bindeth, And inne and oute and rounde aboute Ye willowe trees he windeth— Vette ne'er the maiden findeth, Stille inne and oute and rounde aboute, And stille no maiden meetinge ; Till piqued, ye rogue unbinds hys eyes, And, perched upon a branch, espies Ye mayde retreatinge ; ‘Fie! Fie!" cries Love—"' you're cheetinge!” wns ‘* Now, you,” quothe he, ‘ must seeke for me !”” aevenct She binds her eyes, assentinge, And inne and oute and rounde aboute, Seeks she for Love relentinge— But Love, they say—alas, ye day ! Has spread hys wings and flown away, And left ye mayde lamentinge, And left ye mayde repentinge. O. Herford, LEFT OUT IN THE COLD. POINTING A MORAL. i IS SATANIC MAJESTY (to applicant for admis- IFE (wostnessing the play “Ten Nights in a Bar- ston): What may I call your name ? room): What a terrible curse rum is, John! APPLICANT: I haven't got any. I'm the man who has | Huspanp (feeling for his hat): Awful—awful! Such a | been writing anonymous contributions to the newspapers. play as this ought to point a moral of incalculable good. His SATANIC MAJESTY: Who sent you to me? | Wire: Where are you going, John? APPLICANT: Peter. HusBanp: I'm going out to see a man, His SATANIC MAJESTY (éndignantly): Well, Peter ought | to know better. You can't get in here, my friend; this place | is too good for you. T is not true that Buffalo Bill has been urged to occupy the Bulgarian throne. In fact, the throne will have to be repaired before it can be used ; it is terribly split up the back and hornets have built a nest under it. A few days ago a “HE latest conundrum asked in the royal family is: | a Swedish prince got on it to see if it would fit, stirred the “What relation is the Queen to the Guelph of | hornets, and is now in the hospital. He is delirious and talks Mexico?” wildly about Russian intrigues. comicbooks.com