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# Life Magazine Page 152 Analysis This page contains three distinct items: **"Dame Fate"** (top): A romantic poem by Violet Campbell about a man pursuing his true love, illustrated with a sketch of a couple in an interior setting. **"The General's Diagnosis"** (middle): A brief comedic dialogue where a sergeant shows General Greeley a white flaky substance falling outdoors. The General, examining it through a window, diagnoses it as "snow"—the humor lying in his peculiar, overly technical explanation that it resembles cotton rather than recognizing snow directly. **"Money Talks—In the U.S. Senate"** (bottom): A satirical cartoon showing a man at a podium labeled "An Opening for a Young Man," with a dialogue about women and marriage. This mocks Senate corruption or financial motivations in politics, though specific contemporary references are unclear. The page exemplifies Life's mix of romantic verse, gentle humor, and political satire.
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152 DAME FATE. AME FATE came hobbling down the lane, Clickety click! Clickety click! Her wooden shoon made a rhyming tune, The cobbles rang ‘neath her stick. “Goody,” quoth I, as she passed me by, “Oh, where is my true love? Alack! Over the land and sailing the strand, To me will he ne‘er come back!" The Dame she answered never a word, But she looked me straight in the eye; ** My true love's dead?” But, shaking her head, She silently passed me by. I hastened after with all my might, And her kirtle I held full fast; “Tl hold thee so—thou never shalt go Till thou speakest me fair at last!” My true love stood at the end of the lane On the other side of the gate; “Oh, Love, is it true?” To bis arms I flew And together we laughed at Fate. Ysobel Campbell. THE GENERAL’S DIAGNOSIS. se ENERAL," said the sergeant, “there is a white flaky, substance falling outdoors. Come, look at it. What do you suppose it is?” “H' said General Greely, walking to the window; “very singular. It looks like cotton, I think it must be what the papers occasionally speak of as snow.” Money TALKS—In the U. S. Senate. She; INDEED, 17'S NOT AN EASY THING FOR A GIRL TO GET A HUSBAND, He: WHY, A PRETTY GIRL CAN MAKE HER CHOICE OF FOUR OUT OF EVERY FIVE MEN SHE MEETS. She: BUT 17'S THE FIFTH THAT SHE WANTS, N OW cometh Lent, and fair Penelope may be seen of wintry morn bringing to her cheeks the roses that nights of revel have taken thence. Likewise the festive poker chip cometh 4a forth from its secret lair, and the giddy whirl of % the dance is supplanted by the quieter charm of the swelling jackpot. Now, too, the Hired Waiter, fat with tips, renouncing his tyrannical sway, retireth to his abode in the tenement district, and the plutocratic Caterer putteth his yacht in commission and saileth for warmer climes. SNAPPED IN TWAIN—The thread of humor. comicbooks.com