Life, 1890-08-21 · page 6 of 16
Life — August 21, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Page 90 Analysis This page from *Life* magazine contains several satirical sections targeting early 20th-century American politics and social issues. **"Our Fresh Air Fund"** mocks a charitable initiative, contrasting "before" and "after" sketches of children. The accompanying text suggests the fund's actual value is questionable—a critique of wealthy philanthropists' patronizing efforts toward poor children. **"The Reason Why"** features a dialogue between characters debating census statistics about men reaching old age, with editorial commentary questioning the validity of such demographic claims. The remaining sections include brief satirical dialogues mocking contemporary figures and events—references to "Tom Reed and his gang" and electoral politics appear to target specific politicians, though the identities require additional historical context to confirm with certainty. The overall tone is skeptical of institutions and public figures.
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OUR FRESH AIR FUND After ]F there are hot dollars in your pocket panting for a breath of air, Lire knows a multitude of inexperienced but enthusiastic kids who are only waiting fora chance to represent to represent ‘them actively and to the send them to this fuud those dollars in the country best advanta; + Min Cottage on Lake Pepin” sends us this letter with a check . whether of chance or skill, need the incentive of some con- make them interesting, and I have therefore estab- lished at this, my Su mer home, the price per game for bil- liards, pool or ten pins as is charged at the Minnesota Club in St. ‘aul, That sum is de- posited by the losers of games in a box which T have marked ** Life's Fresh Air Fund,” and the contents of that box are to be forward- edtoyoumonthly. My plan has delighted my guests, and they unite with me in wishing you Godspeed, and they hope that the good done by our little contribu- yual our pleasure in making them.” sideration to same AY LIFES VILLAGE Having Fun With the Pump. tions may Previous| $20 00 A Lively 409 8 oo 3.00 acknowledged. $s.t4t 46 | {ohn Eyerman. ‘oung Duc i 5 ee $e | Minnesota's Cottage i300; | MER. De so | From the Longdaie Grum- ws blers & | From Annie's Dime Bank. & | “Hancock” deand Hi, M.A. 15 00 13 00 B00 1 00 2 09 * Martha, Praintietd, From Amelia From Harry Mildred Cun ingham, Savanah, Ghiciees Rec'd box of books and toys from Mrs. John Parton, From Friends at Bloomin, dale Asylum... From a Brother and Sister, Ewefetter Johnson Ramshackle Johnson. .. n.G.R.B.. US MEG. Nyatt Point Nomie, Rob, & Jack cD. In His Name. From M. J. S. Te [73 is a question which is the more helpless, a baby or the man who is trying to hold it. HE SHORE. With mighty rhythm. ic motion That ceases nev- ermore, rolling swells of ocean The Go breaking on the shore, And sometimes I've a notion, So high hotel bills soar, The howling swells of ocean Go broke upon the shore. THE REASON WHY. nV ESE Y: I see by the paper that the New Jersey cen- sus figures go to show that only one man in a thou- sand reaches the age of seventy-five. Dins.ey (who comes over in the ferry from Jersey City every morning): Well, no; when a New Jersey grandpa reaches three-score and ten, his family conclude he’s not worth wasting quinine on any longer. IT HAS REACHED THE WEST. DITOR of Arizona Kicker (looking over some copy): I wish I had that fellow within range of my old six- shooter. NEW REPORTER (nervously): What fellow ? Eprror: The man who sprung that French book on us. Can’t you write up an account of a dog-fight or a lynching party without calling it a “ Pastel in Prose"? HE THAT READS MAY RUN. RIMUS: What are Tom Reed and his gang after with their Election Bill? Srecunpus: Why, they are after a fair ballot and a free count. A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER. MAGS TRATES POLICEMAN He is dressed in the regulation uniform How do you know he is nota policeman ? Sure, he has no brogue. What's the charge against this man ? Purrsonatin’ an officer av th’ foorce. a shield, POLICEMAN : “M IMA, let me hold the baby, will you?” (0, dear; mother is afraid you might let him fall on Fido.” comicbooks.com