Life, 1888-05-10 · page 3 of 16
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# Page 261: Life Magazine Satire The main illustration depicts a figure shooting a rifle with exaggerated accuracy, captioned "his is THE WORLD'S CHAMPION SHORT-DISTANCE SHOT." The text praises this marksman's ability to "FIRE BLINDLY AND ALWAYS SMASHES WHAT HE HITS"—an ironic contradiction suggesting reckless success rather than genuine skill. Below, "He Could Not Wait!" by Fannie Gould presents a love-struck messenger eager to deliver romantic correspondence. The poem mocks impatient courtship. The small dialogue piece "Willing to Sell" features a deacon and another figure discussing a "dangerous looking dog," with the deacon offering to sell it cheaply—likely satirizing religious hypocrisy or opportunistic dealing. A brief political note mentions Belva Lockwood potentially running for President, referencing her unconventional stance on women's fashion and governance, typical of Life's political commentary on emerging women's rights issues.
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NF Da i) it THE WORLD'S SHORT-DISTANCE tor Tre HE a wins BLINDLY AND ALWAYS. y By 7 ) Libba 5 y SMASHES <S WHAT HE HE couLD NOT WAIT! — HEN thieves fall out, the earnestness with which FANNIE (LOQUITOR). honest men fight for the spoils is wonderful. MPATIENT boy! He coz/d not wait ! So anxious he to learn his fate, ~ That he must send a carrier-dove “My HOLMONDELEY: Wonder Laden with messages of love. z why the editor clipped the I told him last night, at the ball, margin off this joke of mine? I could not say, but just to call » HIGGINS: Hint that it was This evening about half-past eight— twa le old enough to be shaved, per- But here, you see, he could not wait. = . ¢ haps. (READS.) “Dear Fannie,—I just write to say, A letter from my fiancée Calls me to town by half-past eight— And so, you see, I could not wait.” WILLING TO SELL. HAT is a dangerous looking dog you have there, M.W.C. Deacon. Aren’t you afraid he will injure some- body?” HE latest bit of political gossip is to the effect that “Well, yes,” replied the deacon, uneasily. “I haven't Belva Lockwood has given up wearing the prevailing much confidence in the animal. If you hear of anybody style of tournure. If elected President, she proposes to take who wants a good dog, let me know, and I'll sell him her seat. cheap.” comicbooks.com