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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 178 This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: 1. **"Both in Stock"** (top): A brief joke about a druggist's son becoming a "good husband for a rich girl"—satirizing middle-class aspiration and the commercialization of marriage. 2. **"A Gossip's Soliloquy"** (left): A poem by John Sydney about aging women (Sarah and Martha), mocking how gossip preoccupies itself with trivial concerns like hair color while ignoring weightier matters. The reference to "Brother Solomon" discussing Judgment Day suggests satirizing selective moral concern. 3. **"At the Inquest"** (right): A dramatic dialogue at a coroner's inquest where a witness testifies about a friend's death at a theater. The deceased died suddenly during "Mathias Sandorf," apparently from the play's intensity—satire on melodramatic theater's exaggerated emotional effects on audiences.

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- LIFE: BOTH IN STOCK, LD LADY (to druggést’s boy): I want to git a lettle paint, boy. Boy: Yes'um; face or fence? HIS CAPACITY. ND what do you expect to make of your son when he comes of age, Mr. Smith?” “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Mr. Smith, despondently, “1 think he'd make a good hus- band for a rich girl.” OLLEGES make their graduates noted by de- grees, A GOSSIP'S SOLILOQUY. OL HERE be some things I'd like to know, And these be what they air: If Sarah's teeth be false or not, And Martha dyes her hair? Now, Sarah's teeth were good enough Until a year ago, When they began to bother her, And now she has a row. And Martha's hair began to turn Three years ago, July, But yet there's scarsly one gray hair To see, hard as I try, And then, sometimes I really think Our parson’s dead in love With ‘Siah's girl in Bostin town— And yet, he seems above Sich nonsense, too—I can't make out About these things one bit; I think, and think, all day and night, But nothin’ seems to hit. Last Sunday, Brother Solomon Talked about Judgment Day ; How dreadful solemn it would be, And how it wouldn’t pay To hear the thunder rollin’ round, And all our secrets told ; But I am really not afraid— In thunder I'm real bold. For then I'd know ‘bout Sarah's teeth And Martha's turnin’ gray, And all the parson’s love affair— So, /'d like Judgment Day ! John Sydney. AT THE INQUEST. HE CORONER: I believe you were a friend of the deceased? THE WITNESS: Yes, sir. THE CoRONER: Also that you are believed to resemble him ? THE WITNESS: Yes, sir. THE INQUISITIVE JUROR: In what respect ? THE WITNESS: We were both bald-headed. THE CORONER: Was the deceased as bald-headed as you are? THE WITNESS: Yes, sir. ‘THE CORONER: How long have you known the deceased ? THE WitNEss: Something like twenty years. THE CORONER: Were you very well acquainted ? THE WITNESS: Yes, sir. We very frequently dined to- gether and afterwards went to the theatre. THE CORONER: Where were you on the evening of the 21st of September ? THE WiTNEss: At Niblo’s Garden. THE CORONER: In company with the deceased ? THE WITNESS: Yes, sir. THE CORONER: Please tell the jury what occurred on that occasion. THE WITNESS: We had dined together at the Union League Club. The deceased asked me if I wanted to go to Niblo’s to see a new piece called “ Mathias Sandorf,” and told me that he had a brace of seats in the front row. 1 said I would like to go. We took a cab and drove down, THE CORONER: What happened then? THE WITNEss: After the curtain went down on the first act I asked the deceased if he didn’t think we had better go out and get a drink. THE CORONER: What did he say? THE WITNESS: “ Why, cert!” THE CORONER: After that, what happened ? THE WITNE We came back. THE Coron After that? THE WITNESS: The act opened with some very clever variety business, and then the ballet came on. I noticed that my friend seemed very much agitated, that his eyes bulged out, and that after he reached his opera-glasses he kept them glued to his face for a few moments, and then began to seem very strange. At last he began to gasp for breath, and between the gasps I heard him say, “Great Heavens !—old man—I really—believe—there’s a girl—under forty—" and then he dropped dead. Metcalfe. é ss ax comicbooks.com