Life, 1889-11-07 · page 10 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 262 This page contains two distinct pieces: **Top section:** A prose passage addresses "Messieurs et Mesdames" about November's arrival and military preparations. It discusses General Foley commanding operations, with soldiers returning to "regular means of terra-pin and canvas-back" (likely referring to transport methods). The text references campaign logistics and assignments for dragoon service. **"The Heavenward Hold-Up":** A dialectal poem in Western vernacular, credited to Chas. F. Lummis. It appears to be a farewell or departure scene, with colloquial speech patterns suggesting a cowboy or frontier character saying goodbye—possibly humorous or poignant farewell dialogue. **"New York's Darling Pet":** An illustration showing what appears to be a flying creature or vehicle in a circular frame. The page's exact historical context and satirical targets remain unclear without additional dating information.
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OW then, Messieurs et Mesdames, fall in! November has come, and the regular winter pro- cession is about to start. Lire is on the reviewing- stand, and everything is ready. 4 General Folly is in command, </ and, as usual, you will subject yourselves implicitly to his or- ders. All summer you have lived on the country, but now you will re- turn to the regular rations of terra- pin and canvas-back. You will en- _ counter balls and undergo routs, but the campaign will end on Ash Wednesday and LiFe expects you to do your duty. The subsistence depart- ment will, as usual, be taken care of by the fathers and husbands, the light skir- mishing will be done by the young men and maidens, and the usual number of chaperons will be detailed for dragoon service. - LIFE: “YZ Sep, Missis Mac SORLEY, ME BROTHER THE BELPHAST GIANT DHROPPED IN UPON US LASHT 3 AN’ IT'S A BIT IV MERRYMAKIN WE HED, AN’ LITTLE MORE THAN WUZ GOOD FOR MIM, AN’ DIVIL A SHTROKE OF ANYTHING KIN BE DID UNTIL HE SOBERS UP A BIT!” THE HEAVENWARD HOLD-UP. Le AN ARIZONA HAIL AND FAREWE Throw up my han’s? Why, sertin, pard! Anything f'r accommudash'n ! Don't tickle them triggers quite so hard— Buckshot 'n me ain't no relash'n ! Zain’t huntin’ no long-lost Bud, Strawb'ry-marked ‘n the left-hand bar'el ! Don't keer to change my name to Mud— Durn sight rather we wadn’t quar'el. T hain’t got much stuff 'n my clo’es, Only a span o' big iron dollars. In course yo're wele’me, pard, to those— Et's Jim-Crow luck us miners follers ! All I got? Yep! Sorry, Ol Socks ! Look ‘a see, ef yo're jubous "bout et. y, now! Don't snipe thet little box— I cain\ git on nohow without Shet up my jaw? Oh, shet et a Only T hate to hev’ yo" take et. Don't go spile et under my nose— Wot? Yo're tak’n a rock to break et? [To various aspiring fragments of highwayman. Oh, wal, good-by, ef yo're dispersed ! Didn't ‘low yo's 'n no sech hurry ! "F I'd thought, I might 'a told yo' first, Thet dynymite’s fr'm Jim's stun-quirry ! By the way, ef yo're comin’ down, Fetch my boodle ‘n that thar double- Bar‘el— they'd spile 'n yo'r new tow But /c’n use ‘m ‘thout no trouble ! Chas. F. Lummis. NEW YORK'S DARLING PET.