Life, 1892-09-08 · page 5 of 14
Life — September 8, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# "Life" Magazine Page 131 - Social Satire This page contains three separate comic sketches satirizing early 20th-century social conventions: 1. **"The Innocent Abroad"**: A woman considers changing her name to marry a man—satirizing the expectation that women surrender their identity upon marriage. 2. **"A Pastoral"**: Young people (Cholly, Phyllis, and a policeman) discuss romantic encounters in Central Park, poking fun at awkward courtship rituals and the intrusion of authorities into private moments. 3. **"A Cool Hundred"**: A beach scene showing crowds, with dialogue about keeping drinks cold—likely satirizing summer leisure activities and commercialization of recreation. The cartoons collectively mock middle-class social pretensions, romantic conventions, and leisure-time behaviors of the era.
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THE INNOCENT ABROAD. Chappie : Hicoins? Miss Higgins (blushing): Y' Chappie (with a bright idea) WOULD YOU CARE TO CHANGE YOUR NAME, Miss ES. Why bon'T YoU MARRY ? A PASTORAL. CHOLLY Dr Votn, @ society youth. PHYLLIS, @ nymph of Arcadie. Pout AN, Deus ex machina, A secluded path in Central Park, PHuyLuis (suddenly appearing) : Ho, Corydon, at last. CHOLLY (amazed): ‘What, me? PHYLLIS (dancing): Come, we will go to Arcadie And seek the sweet enchanted fields, Where Youth a lasting sceptre yields, Where Love and joy are never done. (Takes his hand.) CHoLLy (holding back) : Aw—weally—stop, please—I can't wun, PHYLLIS (holding on fo him): Come, we will wander ‘neath the shades, Where Love is King and Spring ne'er fades ; Where joys of living never cease. CHOLLY (aside) : (I wonder where are the police. This is some lunatic just loosed.) (aloud) | don't think we've been introduced. PHYLLts (/aughing): Ah, Corydon, I know thee well In this fantastic dress, : Do tell. I know thy walk—thy gentle tone— “A COOL HUNDRED.” CHoity (aside): To thiok that Iam all alone With this barefooted, hatless thing. Come where the birds in chorus sing, Come, Corydon, to Arcadie. CHOLLY : Aw—pawdon—but it’s awfter three, And I'm engaged at four o'clock. Pryttis: Ah, Corydon, would you thus mock Your Phyllis—think you I don't know ? Aw—weally—I cawn’t say. Puyius CHouty Prytuis : (Policeman seen in distance.) Here comes a mortal, tell me quick. CHoLLY: Aw— Policeman approaches. POLICEMAN : Nymph flees. What's the matter, sonny, sick ? “Say, JIMMY, HOW DOES YERS KEEP COOL DIS HOT WEDDER ?” “WELL, YERS SEE, ME MUDDER BATHES ME WID VANILLA ICE CREAM EVERY MORNIN comicbooks.com