Life, 1893-08-31 · page 11 of 18
Life — August 31, 1893 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Page 139 of Life Magazine - Content Analysis This page contains three separate satirical pieces: 1. **"Well, I'm Not Going to Run Any Such Risk"** - A domestic humor cartoon showing a man refusing his wife's request, citing insurance concerns about taking life risks. 2. **"Going Off with a Bang"** - A sketch of a woman tossing her hat, paired with Harry Turner Newcomb's poem "I Kissed Her Cheek," romantic verse about a stolen kiss. 3. **"Cause for Wonderment"** - A street scene where a man with a gun puzzles over recognizing young street urchins, suggesting he's unfamiliar with urban children—likely satirizing rural/urban cultural disconnect. 4. **"Too Late" and "Undeniable"** - Brief comedic dialogues about drinks and women's pasts, typical of the era's quick-joke format. The magazine emphasizes domestic humor and social observation typical of early 20th-century American satire.
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“WELL, I'M NOT GOING TO RUN ANY SUCH RISK, MY DEAR.” THAT'S JUST LIKE you, JouN! Ever SINCE YOU GOT YOUR LIFE INSURED YOU'VE BEEN AWFULLY AFRAID YOU'D GET KILLED!" CAUSE FOR WONDERMENT. Rusticuss: V'D GIV' A GALLON OF APPLEJACK TO FIND OUT HOW THOSE YOUNG CUSSES KNOWED I WAS FROM THE COUNTRY ! “GOING OFF WITH A BANG.” | KISSED HER CHEEK. KISSED her cheek. ‘Twas quickly done, Though half in love, ‘twas half in fun. She turned and quick rebuke she gave And bade me straight her pardon crave. Perhaps, because I took but one. Her smile was radiant as the sun E'en as her chiding was begun. Again, because I was her slave I kissed her cheek. U saw across her visage run An angry frown. I was undone. This last offense was far too grave, I surely should have been more brave, For her it was no more than none— I kissed her cheek. Harry Turner Newcomb, TOO LATE. ] R. FINNIGAN: Yez kin charge thot drink to me, Dennis Finni- gan. BARTENDER: Hold on! (Radsing his voice) Say, is Finnigan good for a drink ? PROPRIETOR (from the inside room): Has he had it yet ? BARTENDER: Yes. PROPRIETOR (shortly): He's good for it. UNDENIABLE. HE was a woman without a past.” “Who?” “cc comicbooks.com