Life, 1888-09-27 · page 3 of 14
Life — September 27, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 171 This page contains satirical humor pieces rather than political cartoons. The content includes: **"Both Sides"**: A romantic dialogue where a woman admits to a youthful flirtation with a boy, while the man reveals he was infatuated with an older woman. The humor plays on gender double standards and romantic hypocrisy. **"Local Color"**: A brief joke about an old colored woman seeking "local color" for a book called "On Foot through Africa." **"Proud of His Memory"**: A joke about Dumley denying he forgot a ten-dollar debt, claiming he'd "rather a man would impugn my credit any day than my memory." **"The Reason Why"**: A dialogue mocking a poet who sent over a hundred poems but never had one returned—the punchline being he never included postage stamps. The illustrations are simple line drawings accompanying these jokes.
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/]'D been having a whacking flirtation With a boy not twenty years old ; And, although I am five years his sen- ior, That ugly fact need not be told. I know that he liter- ally worshipped Me; and, just to tell you the truth, I rather enjoyed the outpouring Of this wild first-love of his youth. How I liked my shy, innocent lover! But—wretched young villain !—I learned ‘That, when chaffed by the fellows, he called me His ‘* Auntie” when my back was turned. LOCAL COLOR. OLD COLORED WOMAN (fo tramp): Git offen dese premises; what does yuh want? TRamp: I'm writin’ a book called “On Foot through Africa,” and I came here to get some local color ; that's all! QUATIC SPORTS—People who bet ‘on boat races. PROUD OF HIS MEMORY. ROWN: I say, Dumley, you haven't for- gotten that ten-dollar bill you borrowed of me a long time ago, have you? DUMLEY (¢” @ hurt tone of voice): Forgotten it, my dear boy? Do you think I'm so weak-minded as all that ? I'd rather a man would impugn my credit any day than my memory, THE REASON WHY. IRST POETICAL ASPIRANT (fo second ditto): So you say you've sent off more than a hundred poems and never had one returned? SECOND P. A.: That's what I said. First P. A.: It's a phenomenal success! I wish | knew the secret, SECOND P. A.: Well, I've sometimes thought it was because I never enclosed any postage stamps. HE, I was desperately, madly, devoutly In love with a woman, so fair That, as usual, I thought her an angel, With halos encircling her hair. She was older than I—but what of it? Her age but enhanced her, for then, Was she not so unselfish—preferring A boy to society men? But one day I got over my ‘* spasm,” And out of Love's arms I soon slid When I heard that, when chaffed by some women, She called me ‘‘a snippy young kid.” Harry (who had some money given him to spend at the fair): PAPA, THINGS WERE SO CHEAP AT THE FAIR THAT THIRTY CENTS OF MY MONEY WAS WASTED, Papa: Waste? Harry: Yes; 1 pipx't SPEND IT. comicbooks.com