Life, 1889-08-29 · page 11 of 16
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# Life Magazine Page 123 - Analysis This page contains three cartoon strips satirizing domestic life and gender relations, likely from the early 20th century. The left cartoons mock "wait service" businesses (laundry, tailoring) by depicting wives who accumulate endless garments needing repair while husbands wait at home. The main illustration shows a couple, with dialogue suggesting the woman has been engaged ten times. The man's willingness to forgive despite her romantic history satirizes male desperation in courtship. "Cold Facts" and "Albert Edward's Remark" sections offer cynical observations: women who risk themselves for love become others' wives, not wealthy daughters; and a quip about the Prince of Wales' coronation timing. The bottom cartoon shows a man arriving home to domestic chaos—likely depicting the consequences of drunkenness or neglect. Overall, the page mocks both marital complications and working-class domestic frustrations through humorous exaggeration.
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[2 SOT “TRO | CLOTHING REPAIRED, CLEANED. OE D§ PRESSED. WHILE YOU WAIT [SCHMITT TAILOR) CLOTHING REPAIRED ) CLEANED, DYED A PhESSE WHILE You wait, She: PERHAPS YOU WON'T CARE TO MARRY ME WHEN I coN- FESS THAT I HAVE BEEN ENGAGED TEN TIMES IN MY LIFE. He: Did YOU RETURN YOUR LOVERS ALL THEIR PRESENTS ? She: NOT A SINGLE ONE. He: THEN, DARLING, I FORGIVE You. COLD FACTS, HE girl for whom you risk your life By plunging in the water, Is sure to be another's wife, And not a rich man’s daughter. ALBERT EDWARD'S REMARK. AZZAM: Do you know the favorite remark of the Prince of Wales? McCorkLe: No; what is it? GazzaM: It's a long time between coronations. RS. CASEY: Oi do hear tell, Mrs. Flynn, that in Californiee th’ eartquakes are that voilent as to break dishes and knock off any little ornemints on th’ mantel- paces. Mrs, FLYNN: Sure, an’ that’s nothin’! Moy mon, Moike, do do th’ same ting ivry blissed Saturday nite, when he do come home drunk, T is when a man has to take a hammer to pound down the nails in his old shoes that the iron enters his sole. comicbooks.com