Life, 1893-10-19 · page 3 of 18
Life — October 19, 1893 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# "The Autumn Girl" - Life Magazine Analysis **Main Cartoon:** This illustration welcomes back "the autumn girl" after summer—a young woman with a sunburned nose and darkened complexion from outdoor activities. The text humorously addresses her changed appearance, noting that merchants and shop owners notice her presence on crowded streets. **"Bits from Chicago":** This section collects humorous observations about Chicago visitors and residents, including dialogue between tourists at the World's Fair discussing its buildings, and exchanges with various characters (an old man, tramp, and silver miner) expressing cynical or pitiable circumstances. **Bottom cartoon:** Shows two men discussing a horse in Fifth Avenue stables, with a joke about overfeeding causing intestinal distress. The page mixes social observation with light comedy typical of early-20th-century satirical magazines.
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x seta stew VOLUME XxIl. NUMBER 564. THE AUTUMN GIRL. DEAE young lady, we welcome youback, We do not mind it a bit that’ your nose is a trifle sun- burned and your complexion four or five shades darker than when you left us in the early summer. (It may be also that our nose is sun-burned from the potations we have resorted to to console us for your absence.) The erstwhile desert streets are once more glad with your presence. Our mer- chants rub their hands with glee as they see you crowding the long aisles of their shops. The candy-man and florist have lost the air of dejection which so long has marked their features. Once more you crowd the sidewalks on matinee days, making the greatest beauty show in the world and free to any one who looks. Yes, dear girl, we're glad you're here again, and may your tribe never decrease. BITS FROM CHICAGO. N old gentleman standing before a marble statue which wore only the costume of the “nude in art.” He slowly spelled the titlk— “ Pesey-cch-e "—and with one sweeping glance, he murmured, “ Ah, yes! I see—Physique.” ISITOR TO WORLD'S FAIR: The Fair is really the eighth wonder of the world, YOUNG CHICAGOAN (reflectévely): What are the other seven? Oh, yes—the Auditorium, the Masonic Temple, Armour’s Slaughter House, the Water Works, the town of Pullman—why, I don’t see how you make out seven. LD FLINT: I have nothing for you; never give anything to tramps. WEARY WANDERER: | am not a tramp, sir, but an unfortunate man who—. Aw! The ‘destitute Colorado silver miner’ game don’t go any longer; it is too old.” “ My case is even more pitiful than that. | am a professional bunco-steerer from New York who went up to Chicago and fell among World's Fair hotel keepers.” A PINT ER OATS comicbooks.com