Life, 1892-11-03 · page 8 of 16
Life — November 3, 1892 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Page 250 of Life Magazine - Satirical Humor This page contains several unrelated humorous anecdotes and cartoons typical of Life's satirical format: **"Different Causes—Same Result"** mocks mixing wine and beer, attributed to a common saying. **"Sublime Charity"** jokes about a man observing someone brushing their shoes—presented as charitable observation to a "Recording Angel." **"The Vengeance of a Discarded Lover"** shows a comic strip about figures in a tree, likely depicting romantic betrayal through slapstick. **"Another Convert"** uses dialect humor about anarchism and property ownership—reflecting early 20th-century anxieties about radical ideology. **"A Cheerful View"** features stage horses' dark gallows humor about death. **"Heard on Fourteenth Street"** jokes about an impoverished fiddler ("Orpheus") being chased by police. The three-panel sequence shows children playing with hanging figures, appearing to depict innocent childhood games.
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IS love that makes the world go round,” These words we often hear, But the same phenomenon is found In drinking wine with beer. SUBLIME CHARITY. SAW you stuffing cotton in your ars a while ago,” said St. Peter to the Recording Angel. ‘* What was that for?” “It's a little idea of my own. I sawa fat man getting ready to brush his own shoes.” THE VENGEANCE OF A DISCARDED ANOTHER CONVERT. “ Jimmy, WOT'S AN ANARCHIST? “*A ANARCHIST IS A FELLER WOT TAKES WOT'S YOUR'N AN’ KEEPS WOT ISN'T HIS'N ; ACCORDIN’ TO THEM IF I WAS TER TAKE EV'RY APPLE AN' PEACH FROM THAT STAND YONDER IT'D BE ALL RIGHT, 'CAUSE THAT EVETALIAN CAN'T EAT 'EM, AN’ I'D HAVE A PERFECT RIGHT TO "eM!" “Jimaty, Let's BE ANARCHISTS!” A CHEERFUL VIEW. IRST FIFTH AVENUE STAGE HORSE: Phew, but I am badly rattled. SecOND FirTH AVENUE STAGE Horse: Cheer up, old man. Who knows? You may be dead to-night. HEARD ON FOURTEENTH STREET. IFF: Do you see that old fellow with a fiddle? He is Orpheus. RarF: I know it. I saw a paving-stone chase him on Third Avenue yesterday. comicbooks.com