Life, 1891-11-19 · page 7 of 24
Life — November 19, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 291 **Top Illustration: "The Pressure of Circumstances"** This depicts a romantic indoor scene with a couple among flowers and decorative elements. The caption quotes a woman complaining about being "squeezed in a crowd" at an event, with a man's response suggesting intimate proximity. The satire appears to target social conventions around courtship and physical proximity in crowded public settings—poking fun at how circumstances force unwilling closeness. **"Thanksgiving Joys" Poetry Section** Two poems follow. The first nostalgically contrasts autumn's end with domestic comfort. The second humorously catalogs household chaos during Thanksgiving—noise, commotion, and a pet's mischief—capturing the messiness of family holiday celebrations. **"Chili Sauce" Brief** A short joke concludes the page, suggesting America had "too much Chili sauce," likely a topical reference unclear without additional context.
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THE PRESSURE OF CIRCUMSTANCES. She: HOW WoT IT WAS IX THERE! AND | HATE DREADF TO BE SQUEEZED IN A CROWD. He (moving closer): THAT 18 VERY NATURAL, MISS FLOSSIE; BUT—ER—TIERE IS NO CROWD HERE, You KNOW THANKSGIVING JOYS. TN water-melon days have gone, Thanksgiving Day is almost gone, It is our little houschold pet Green apples are no more ; And peace reigns overhead ; Who tosses upon high, And peaches ripe, no longer gripe And mother's joy—her own swect boy, And wages an unequal fight The small boy, as of yore. Is trundled off to bed. With turkey and mince pie. The ginger bottle’s put away, Yet what are those unearthly sounds, Tom Masson. And mother now can rest; That pierce the midnight air? Her little son no longer has And what's that throbbing noise we hear HE United States has had too That pain beneath his vest. Come rumbling down the stair? much Chili sauce. comicbooks.com