Life, 1893-07-20 · page 10 of 18
Life — July 20, 1893 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Life Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two distinct sections: **"An Idyl"** (top): A romantic poem by Jefferson B. Fletcher about a man daydreaming by a brook, imagining wood nymphs and classical beauty—before being interrupted by the sudden, crude voices of real people, deflating his poetic reverie. The accompanying illustration shows an adult and child at a stream, depicting the intrusion of reality into fantasy. **"Anticipated Him"** (middle): A brief dialogue where Haverly mentions returning from the World's Fair, and Austen quips that a maid's romantic chances are slim—"as ten to one" against her. **"Financially Speaking"** (bottom): A cartoon showing Death (skeletal figure with wings) and an old man amid scattered coins and financial documents, satirizing death's indifference to wealth—a memento mori on materialism.
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*>LIFE- AN IDYL. P :NSIVE I strolled one June day, loitering thro’ meadow and greenwood, Till all aweary with walking, I threw myself down by a brooklet, Beaded with sunlight boulders and foam irridescent between } them, Glittered the brook in the greenwood, lay like a delicate necklace, Amber and onyx, swung on the swelling breast of the moun- tain, Here as I lounged with my Ovid, I thought ‘twas a haunt for the wood-nymphs, Truly a haunt for the wood-nymphs. Just as the fancy was fading, Came on the wings of the changed breeze sounds of young and splashing. Then thro’ the leaves of the greenwood glinted the gleam of a body, Naked, and pink from the tang of the ice-cold depths of the fountain, Which there beholding | trembled, trembled and thought of the old days, ‘Thought of the youths who grew antlers for only just gazing on wood-nymphs. voices | Being not anxious for antlers, I tried to arise and hie home- THE YOUNG IDEA SHOOTS. | ward, ae , Re The Sister's Beau; $0, JOUNNY, YOU'RE GOING TO BE A «= Tried, but my blood was afire. Spellbound by the witching cypsust Like para, EH? AND DID YOU KNOW THIS DIAMOND | phantasma, OF MINE WAS THE SAME SUBSTANCE AS CHARCOAL ? Softly I stole towards the whispering voices, the splash of the Johnny: No. AND HASN'T PAPA TOLD YOU THAT? No. HE SAtp tT was PASTE. water; Dared not to look tp, but crept, crouched down, and atten- ] tively listened. = All of a sudden spake voices, but not in the accents of ANTICIPATED: HIM. woman: — : AVERLY: Hullo, Austen, I'm glad 1 met you. 1 ““Afickey, yer walk on them clo'es, an’ I'll smash in yer FA ee) ee : ey have just returned from the World’s Fair. cocoanut, Hear me!" i ‘C00 Hear m AUST 1 am sorry, old man, but I haven't a cent. Whereupon mad with emotion. I laughed with the laughter of asses, Hoofing it hastily homeward, sick of the haunts of the wood- LL the world may love a lover, but before an average nymphs. son B, Fletcher. jury the maid’s chances are as ten to one. FINANCIALLY SPEAKING, comicbooks.com