Life, 1891-06-25 · page 3 of 15
Life — June 25, 1891 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# "Those Reliable Horse Advertisements" This page satirizes misleading classified ads for horses. The top cartoon shows a "good saddle horse, strictly first-class in every respect. Sold on account of death of owner"—implying the horse killed its previous owner. The second cartoon mocks the "L" Railroad, showing a chaotic multi-horse team pulling a carriage, suggesting the advertised vehicle is uncontrollable. The humor targets the gap between flowery horse-sale descriptions and reality. Buyers expecting quality animals receive dangerous or unreliable ones. This reflects genuine frustration with deceptive advertising practices of the era, when horses were essential transportation and purchasing one was a significant investment. The remaining content includes unrelated short comedic sketches and poems.
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Sold bs (Fa beat shed int in Boo: VOLUME XVII. LIFE: NUMBER 443. THOSE RELIABLE HORSE ADVERTISEMENTS. “A Goop SappLe Horsk. STRICTLY FIRST-CLASS IN EVERY RESPECT, SOLD ON ACCOUNT OF DEATH OF OWNER.” “Not AFRAID OF THE ‘L’ RaiLroap,” A WOMAN’S HEART. M YERS: Do you think Angie loves me? ToMsoNn: Well, I'll tell you how you can find out. You go across the room and begin to flirt with Miss Purple- bloom. If Angie gets mad and looks daggers at you, you might as well hang up your fiddle—it’s all on the surface ; but if she appears as calm as a June morning and smiles like an angel, her heart is yours. Try it and I'll watch. A MODEST REQUEST. ER (on the Boston express): Porter! Yes, sah, Will you oblige me by stepping to the door and getting me a glass of air. Baby: MAMMA, WHAT IS AN ANIMAL? “Onl ANYTHING THAT GOES ON LEGS." “ Stockines ?” LOVE'S LESSON, O VE evening as they sat beneath The moon's soft rays so pale, Moved by an impulse born of love, He kissed her through her veil. Next evening, as before, they sat Beneath the star-flecked dome, Yet not exactly as before— She'd left her veil at home. Tom Masson. comicbooks.com