Life, 1889-08-08 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page (Volume XIV, Number 245) This page contains several satirical sketches and short humor pieces typical of Life's style. The top left cartoon depicts a clergyman's wife preparing to give her husband's church association extra work on Sunday, with the husband objecting—satirizing domestic negotiations and religious obligations. The right panel shows a rural scene with dialogue about "deaf" people and "good ways off," though the specific reference is unclear. "A Summer Tip" is a light verse about beach behavior. "He Has Lost Caste" depicts social commentary about a character who can no longer afford Welsh associations due to "Scottish misalliance"—likely satirizing class consciousness and ethnic prejudices of the era. The bottom illustration shows someone stuck in mud, with the caption "Well, I got my foot in it that time, sure"—a visual pun on the common expression.
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“Pa,” (inguired Bobby, as they were returning froma Revival- ist meeting) “WHY DO THOSE PEOPLE SHOUT so LouD; 1s Gop DEAF 2?” “No, Bossy, BUT IN A CASE OF THAT KIND HE 1s A Goop WAY OFF.” ONE DAY A CLERGYMAN'S WIFE, PREPARING TO GIVE A COLLAs © = TION TO HER HUSBAND'S ASSOCIATION ON THE FOLLOWING Mon- A SUMMER TIP. DAY, AND NOT BEING IN THE HABIT OF DOING EXTRA WORK ON SUNDAY, TOLD HER COOK THAT SHE WOULD RETTER BOIL THE Wiex you upon the sands would lie, HAM FOR THE SANDWICHES ON SATURDAY, LEST IF BOILED ON ‘And under her umbrella hide, MONDAY IT MIGHT BE TOO WARM TO SLI DRAWLED Upon your rival keep one eye, THE COOK, “Miss WiTE, YER DON'T TINK IT UD BE WICKID TER But keep the other on the tide. BILE IT SUNDAY, DO YER, EF WE BILED IT slow?" 7 2 P i HE HAS LOST CASTE. HAT more refreshing sight can there be in a quiet rural district than such a thing as this? ETIT DE PEYSTER (on board Cunarder): Good bye, old man; take care of yourself, and remember me to Wales. REGINALD DUDEKIN: Shawn’t see him. De PEYSTER: What's the mattah? DUDEKIN: Well, you see the fellahs at our club think we cawn't afford to know Wales any more in view of that Scotch mésal/rance. aan meee What swect simplicity, and real refinement! What an addition to the poctry of summer life, and what a charm it gives to a country road! Two horses born for better things are forced to drag four soulless snobs ina heavy English wagon, for the same purpose that other horses draw the gilded chariots of a country circus—for exhi- bition, Bather: Wett, | cot My FOOT IN IT THAT TIME, SURE.