Life, 1888-11-01 · page 7 of 14
Life — November 1, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Page 245 Analysis This *Life* magazine page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Cupid, Ye Sage"** — A poem (attributed E.B.) mocking romantic devotion through exaggerated, archaic language about love and wooing. 2. **"Remembrances"** — A brief dialogue about an embarrassing proposal, likely humorous domestic content. 3. **"A Union Ticket"** — Political satire about voting. A character named Baboon expresses frustration at being too young to vote, wanting a "union ticket" that would unite the country and allow him to vote for Cleveland and Harrison (likely referencing the 1888 or 1892 presidential election). 4. **"The Ruling Passion"** — A sketch showing two figures, with accompanying text about a hospital patient's optimism regarding New York's pennant prospects (baseball). The page emphasizes satirical commentary on American politics, romance, and popular culture.
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- LIFE: CUPID, YE SAGE. >O Cupid, ye Archer, a wan Lover prayed (Sing hey, ye daynty God of Love !) To teach Him ye Waye to Wynne a Mayde. (Sing hey, ye Gracious God of Love!) ** Out with costlie Apparel shall I myselfe decke, (Sing hey, O naked God of Love !) Or in deeds of Armes shall I riske my Necke? (Sing hey, O doughtie God of Love !) May I wynne her with scriblynge of Poetry amorous ? Shall I woo Her with playynge of Sere- nades clamorous? By Fastynge prolonged shall I make me Pale, And tell Her that Love is ye Cause of my Ail? Answer me, answer me, Cupid, dear; Ye Prayers of a fayntynge Adorer Hear !"” But Cupid taught Him ye Waye to wynne (Sing hey, ye knowynge God of Love !) Was to heap up a great big Pyle of Tynne. (Sing hey, ye cunnynge God of Love !) And ye wan Lover's Hearte withyn Him sank, (Sing hey, ye cruelle God of Love !) For he had not a goodlie Accounte at ye Banke. (Sing hey, ye truthfulle God of Love !) THE RULING PASSION. Religious Comforter: WELL, MY GOOD MAN, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IN YOUR RELIEF ? Hospital Patient (on the last run): CERTINGLY ; FOR I BELIEVE pe New YorKS WILL WIN DE PENNANT FOR DIS YEAR! REMEMBRANCES. Wife (revisiting the scene of her betrothal): 1 REMEMBER, ALGERNON, SO WELL WHEN YOU PROPOSED TO ME, HOW PAIN- FULLY EMBARRASSED YOU WERE. Algernon: YES, DEAR; AND | REMEMBER SO WELL HOW KIND AND ENCOURAGING YOU WERE, AND HOW VERY EASY YOU MADE IT FOR ME, AFTER ALL. A UNION TICKET. $6 TT's a very unlucky thing,” said Baboony, “that I'll not be of age in time to vote, at this election. I'd like to show the country that there’s one man in it that's above the slavery of party chains.” “H'm! You'd vote for yourself, 1 suppose,” observed Wiggins. “No, sir; my ticket would be one that would unite the whole country—I'd vote for Cleveland and Harrison!” OW is the time when the baker raises his voice against the unholy speculators of Chicago as he charges two cents more for the loaf whose cost’s increased half a cent. ORITURI SALUTAMUS, ‘as the Vassar gradu- ates remarked on meeting a friend at the entrance to the “ Ladies’ Hair Dresser.” comicbooks.com