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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page (Volume XX, Number 518) This page contains several satirical pieces unrelated to each other: 1. **"Cupid's Fault"** - A poem mocking romantic complications, illustrated with Cupid imagery. The satire suggests romantic entanglements create problems rather than happiness. 2. **"Sure"** - A dialogue satirizing post-election disappointment. After Cleveland's election, a principal asks children if they're "glad," but one child candidly expresses sorrow, highlighting the political division of the era and children's honest reactions to adult political outcomes. 3. **"For Our Younger Readers"** - A humorous anecdote about a minister's dog who steals a chicken and later feigns innocence, satirizing hypocrisy and deception. The page also includes illustrations of women and dialogue about women's gymnasium activities, suggesting contemporary debates about women's education and athletic participation.
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VOLUME Xx. NUMBER 518. SCE Cupid, he Went on a spree And made a peck of trouble, hha!" cried he “Two hearts I see !"" Alack the rogue saw double. There was but one ; What has he done ? How could he be so stupid ? Into one heart Two arrows dart— O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid ! In truth ‘tis sweet When ‘* two hearts beat As one"—but what to do When in one heart ‘Two arrows smart And one heart beats as two? O. Her ford. SURE. HE morning after election day the children of the infant department of acertain public school in Brooklyn were assembled for the opening exercises. The principal stepped on the platform and asked how many children were glad that Cleveland was elected. A few hands went up. She naturally supposed that when she said, ‘ Well, then, who is sorry?” that a hundred jittle hands would be visible ; but, instead of the holding up of hands, a shrill little voice piped * Harri- son. s¢ OU are altogether too fresh,” said the potato to the ind I have my eyes on you.” Now look here, Irish,”* said the egg, “1 daresay you have a good heart, but remember that when we come to scramble fora living you're not in it with me.” egg. HE: What did we do at the farm? Oh, the girls hugged the stove and the men smoked. HE: Why didn’t the men hug the girls and let the stove smoke? “1 mUST GO TO THE Woman's GYMNASIUM AND LEARN BOXING AND WRESTLING.” “WHAT FOR, DEAR?” “TO GET IN TRAINING FOR THE CIIRISTMAS SHOPPING,” FOR OUR YOUNGER READERS. HE WAS A MINISTER'S DOG, AND USED TO ACCOMPANY HIS MAS- TER TO CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY, BUT HE FELL INTO BAD COM- PANY, AND FINALLY ROBBED A CHICKEN HOUSE. AS HE WAS CARRYING OFF HIS ILL-GOTTEN PREY TO DEVOUR IT AT HIS LEISURE, HE CAME SUDDENLY TO A ROCK UPON WHICH A SALVATIONIST HAD PUT AN INSCRIPTION, SEIZED WITH AN INDESCRIBABLE GRIEF AND WITH A MOISTENED EYE AND TREMBLING TREAD, HE Ri TURNED THE BIRD HE HAD HYPOTHECATED TO THE NEST OF EGGS FROM WHICH HE HAD TAKEN IT. . comicbooks.com