Life, 1893-09-28 · page 10 of 16
Life — September 28, 1893 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 202 This page contains three separate comic sketches satirizing social pretension and hypocrisy: 1. **"The Modern Gladiator"** and **"No Name for It"**: A dialogue between Clubberly and Jagway mocking excessive consumption. Jagway brags about expensive new purchases (silk hat, dress suit, bromocaffeine bottles) while displaying obvious signs of destitution—a bed that "wasn't slept in," worn clothes, and trembling hands. The satire targets conspicuous consumption masking poverty. 2. **"After You, Sir"**: A visual gag showing a disheveled man chasing a cow, depicting failed social etiquette. 3. **"He Lost a Snap"** and **"He Took Her Side"**: A couple's domestic scene. 4. **"He Lost a Snap"** dialogue: An applicant and property owner discuss a janitor position, with the owner revealing he himself abandoned the job twenty years prior—undermining his authority. 5. **"Mrs. Hood"**: A brief joke about Kentucky's unpredictable weather (waterspouts).
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THE MODERN GLADIATOR. WAY of taking water, Mighty little sand, Make up the kind of pugilist That now afflicts the land. NO NAME FOR IT. LUBBERLY: Did you have a good time last night ? JAGWaAY: Do you doubt it? CLUBBERLY: Well, | hadn't heard, and I wondered. JAGWAY: Do you see that snow-white bed over there, how immaculate it looks ? CLUBBERLY: Yes, Very Polite Gentleman (to bull); You First. JAGWAY: Well, that bed wasn’t slept in last night. Now observe the last remains of this new silk hat. It cost me eight dollars, and | shall not wear it more. Cast your eye also on that dress suit, old man, What does it look i CLUBBERLY: It loc if it had been through a saw mill, JAGWAY: Perchance, also, you may notice that my hand slightly trembles, that my head wobbles uneasily on these shoulders, and that the hectic flush on my cheek has not died away. CLUBBERLY: I see, I see. JAGWAY: And also that this large bottle of bromo- caffeine that was full is now empty, and gaze if you will upon this extended row of Johannis bottles. CLUBBERLY: I do, I do. ‘AFTER YOU, SIR.” Jacway: And now do you doubt that I had a good time? CLUBBERLY: You didn’t have a good time! JaGway (éndignantly): Then what do you call it? CLUBBERLY (fervently): Old man, I call it a great, glorious, magnificent, unparalleled occasion, HE LOST A_ SNAP. ROPERTY OWNER: I don’t think you will find a better place as janitor in the city of New York. APPLICANT: Well, I wouldn't care to take it unless I knew what the prospects were. PROPERTY OWNE Prospects? Why, my good man, twenty years ago I was the janitor of that building myself. APPLICANT: Is that so? What induced you to give up the job ? RS. HOON: I have just been reading of a waterspout that burst in Kentucky, last week. Otp Hoon: Burst? Course it did! A waterspout that would “HE TOOK HER stDe.” try to do business in Kentucky ought to expect to burst. comicbooks.com