Life, 1893-06-01 · page 9 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 351 This page contains three distinct humorous pieces: **"A Farewell"** is a sentimental poem about saying goodnight to sweethearts, noting the bittersweet nature of parting kisses. It's credited to "Peggy Petition." **"Money in It"** presents a brief comic dialogue between a "benevolent gentleman" and a boy idling at a gate. The gentleman suggests the boy could be doing something productive on a Saturday afternoon, but the boy reveals he's actually earning a quarter watching his sister's suitor—implying the suitor is paying him to leave them alone. **"She Felt Safe"** features short comic exchanges between various characters about cakes and men's clubs, with a small illustration of a surprised woman labeled "Out of Plumb." The humor is genteel and domestic, typical of early Life magazine's lighthearted approach to romance, courtship, and social observation.
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A FAREWELL. Reported by the Moon. 66> OOD-NIGHT, Sweetheart!" said Strephon, x As the clock struck half-past nine. ‘ood-night, my love !" quoth Phyllis, With a kiss I wished were mine ; Akiss of lingering sweetness, Such as rarely comes to men, A kiss that was not over When the clock was striking ten. “ Good-night, Sweetheart !"" quoth Strephon, As the hands showed quarter past. ** Good-night, dear boy !" said Phyllis, With a kiss just like the last : A kiss of clinging softness, Such as kings might quarrel o'er ; A kiss that was not over At eleven thirty-four. ‘Then each the words repeated, With the usual refrain, And when at one ‘twas finished ‘They observed good-night again. And then I had to leave them For my time had come to set. When next I gazed down on them They were saying good-night yet. I think I see why poets Speak of sorrow in love's spell : Its ecstasy seems mingled With perpetual farewell. Peggy Pattison. MONEY IN IT. ENEVOLENT GENTLEMAN: My little boy, have you no better way to spend this beautiful Sabbath afternoon than by standing in front of the gate idling away “WHAT SORT OF A GIRL IS SHE your time? “OH, SHE IS A MISS WITH A MISSION.” Boy: I ain'tidling away my time. There's “ANI” achump inside with my sister who is paying “AND HER MISSION IS SEEKING A MAN WITH A MANSION.” me a quarter an hour to watch for pop. SHE FELT SAFE. RS, WITHERBY : Did you ask your mother if you could have two pieces of cake, Bobbie? Bospig Binco: Yes'm. Mrs. WITHERBY: And what did she say ? Bopste: She said I could if you offered them to me, and then she laughed. M RS. UNSOPHIST : They must fit these men’s clubs up very gorgeously inside. Mrs. WORLDLEY : Why? Mrs. UNsopHist: I heard your husband tell mine that he was playing the whole evening on velvet. . “OUT OF PLUMB.” comicbooks.com