Life, 1892-07-07 · page 12 of 14
Life — July 7, 1892 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Life Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical comic vignettes from early 20th-century Life magazine: **"She Had Forgotten"**: A scatterbrained woman searches for a missing item she carried into a store, insisting it wasn't her purse or parasol (which she's holding). The punchline: she'd forgotten she was holding her own skirt. The humor targets absent-minded femininity and women's fashion (the voluminous skirts requiring manual adjustment). **"An Interrupted Meal"**: A tramp about to eat a farmer's pig dinner is interrupted by a reverend gentleman objecting to the tramp's profanity. The farmer responds that the clergyman has no right to lecture about language—he's "never druv hogs," meaning he doesn't understand the frustrations of farm work. The satire mocks clergy as out-of-touch moralizers ignorant of working-class hardship. **"An Ethical Point"**: (illustrated below) Shows the same scene, emphasizing the social hypocrisy: the reverend judges the desperate man's language while ignoring his hunger. These cartoons reflect period attitudes about class, gender, and religious authority.
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12 -LIFE- SHE HAD FORGOTTEN. AY =R she had made her purchases and had informed the clerk as to the address to which they should be sent, she picked up her purse with her left hand and placed her parasol across her left arm, gazing the while over the counter and floor as if in search of something else. “Excuse me, mi ventured the clerk; “but have you mislaid anything ?"" “I am sure I don't know,” she replied; “but when I entered the store | am positive that I carried something in my right hand.” “ Did you not have your parasol or purse in your right hand ?”” “No; for I recollect very distinctly that I carried my purse in my left hand and the parasol on my left arm, as you see them now.” “It is very strange,” remarked the clerk with a troubled AN INTERRUPTED MEAL, = LhK ber AN ETHICAL POINT. Farmer Hardcase (whose pigs have turned back on him): —— 11 Tramp (who was about to cat Nab’s dinner): WON'T YOU TAKE’ A tli —33 22—ttt tli-—@] SEAT? The Reverend Gentleman: MY GOOD MAN! THERE IS NO NECES- SITY FOR SUCH LANGUAGE, Farmer Hardcase: WUAT THE H—L DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT? You'vE NEVER DRUV Hoos! expression on his face, as he searched under the different pieces of fabric strewn over the counter. “T cannot imagine what it was,” she remarked, musingly, as she placed a small gloved hand to her chin and gazed into space, “I am positive it was something, and I feel lost without it.” - “Tam unable to find anything here,” came the muffled voice of the clerk from under the counter, whither he had dropped a few seconds before with the faint hope of being able to find the missing he knew not what. “Oh, I know now what it was,” she gleefully exclaimed, as a pretty flush overspread her face, “ It was this.” . As the clerk's head bobbed up from behind the counter, like a Jack-in-the-box, she, with a graceful sweep of her shapely right arm, clutched a handful of her skirt in the back, : YES; BUT NOT THAT ONE, - and smilingly took her departure. Harvey Brown, Jr. comicbooks.com