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# Page 212 from Life Magazine - Content Analysis This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces and jokes typical of Life's format: 1. **"Orthodoxy"** - A brief joke about someone being asked to consent to rain, playing on the idea of accepting inevitable circumstances. 2. **"One Occupation Still Left"** - A dialogue where a Fair Visitor asks if a poor boy with paralyzed limbs could work as a telegraph messenger, mocking the limited opportunities available to disabled individuals. 3. **"A Fair Financier"** - A conversation about a quilt made from fabric scraps, satirizing waste and making do with leftover materials. 4. **"Our Fresh Air Fund"** - A charitable appeal describing Life's program sending urban children to farms for summer breaks, with specific financial accounting. 5. **"From Good Stock"** and **"An Example in Point"** - Brief humorous dialogues about inheritance and human nature. The page reflects early 20th-century social concerns: poverty, disability employment, charitable giving, and class dynamics.

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ORTHODOXY. THAVE BEEN ASKED SO MANY TIMES DURING THF LAST WERK TO PRAY FOR RAIN, THAT AT Leet 1 CONSENT, KNOWING, HOWEVER, THAT IT IS USELESS, FOR WIND IS STIPE IN THE WEST. BReTHER THE ONE OCCUPATION STILL LEFT. Fur VISITOR: Lamcollecting sub- riptions for a poor boy who cannot work, He has both limbs paralyzed. Mr. GROUGH: Why doesn’t he become a district telegraph messenger ? TAN “ Ronert, wnat ts Great Briraty 2” “A KINGDOM, GOVERNED BY A KING OR Queers.” “War ts GERMANY “AN EMPIRE, GOVERNED BY AN Eatreror.” “WHat is THE UNE States?” “A REPUBLIC, GOVERNED BY THE IRISH.” A FAIR FINANCIER. THE MATERIAL FOR THIS QUILT MUST HAVE COST A PRETTY FIGURE. N YOU SAY SUCH A THING? ANYONE BUT A MAN WOULD Lert oveR. WHY, EVER SINCE WE DRESS I GOT AN EXTRA YARD OR SO Cobwigger : Mrs. Cobwigger : How ¢: OW THAT IT IS MADE OF PI WERE MARRIED, WHENEVER I nouGiT 4 NEW FOR THIS VERY PURPOSE. OUR FRESH AIR FUND. BY your kenerosity you have enabled us this year to send to Lire’s Fresh Air Farm, at Branchvillé, 1,018 children, each remaining two weeks. With a little expenditure we might have accommodated more children at Branchville, but it was considered wise to put a limit on the number that should be there at one time, We sent 1,056 other children to various farm-houses, for two weeks each, making in all 2,074 children to whom yew have this Summer made known the happiness of a fortnight in the country. The moving from Lire’s Farm at Eatontown, together with repair and rent, at Branch- ville, cost $573,62. The season's pay-roll has amounted to $1,169. ‘The cost of milk, bread, butter, meat, and other supplies at Branchville, was $2,367.94. For outside boarding we have paid $2,772. At the time of last year’s statement a few bills had not been audited, leaving a deficiency in the account of $406.60. Adding this to the other disbursements we have a total expenditure of $7,289.16. Your contributions have aggregated $8,668.26. There are a few small accounts outstanding, but with everything paid we shall carry over to the.credit of next year's operations more than thirteen hundred dollars. ‘The best part of the work we cannot show you in figures—it is the happiness that your munificence has brought to 2,074 poor children. FROM GOOD STOCK. Your son's going to have a high old time after I tell you, old man, she’s precisely like IRST OLD FRIENE his marriage to my daughter. Ha, ha! She'll run everything. SECOND OLD FRIEND: It'll be your daughter who'll wonder why people were born, and don’t you forget it. My son is precisely like his mother. D AN EXAMPLE IN POINT. ADAMS (grimly): me. APPY (entering): Aw, say, old fellah, where is it that “fools wush in where angels feah to twead ? My office. comicbooks.com