Life, 1894-01-18 · page 6 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 38 **"The Coming American"** (top left): A satirical sketch showing a bicycle race, mocking the popularity of cycling as a fad among Americans of the era. **"Fun and Wisdom"** (left): Critiques the Post-Graduate Medical School and Hospital of Chicago's claim to "instruct as well as entertain" through vivisection (live animal experimentation). The skeleton figure suggests dark humor about their methods. The satire questions whether torturing animals for entertainment disguises itself as education, and notes instructors seem unconcerned about animal suffering. **"To a Roasted Chicken"** (top right): A poem by Frank Roe Batchelder addressing timidity and bravery. **"Schwaab"** (right): A tavern anecdote about duck hunting and regional boasting, appearing to be humor focused on rural Americana.
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38 - LI THE COMING AMERICAN. THE BICYCLE RACE. FUN AND WISDOM. ]*% the published cur- riculum of the Post- Graduate Medical School and Hospital of Chicago, it is announced that its “aim is to instruct as well as to entertain, The laboratories for medical chemistry and toxicology, microscopy, bacteriology, and experi- mental surgery on the lower animals, are well equipped, and systematic courses in each subject may be arranged at any time.” This is a give away. The public are pretty well aware that the cutting up of live animals is generally done simply for amusement, but it is rare that we get it officially, as in this case. We infer from the above that at this institution they not only “entertain” by vivisection but also instruct, thus going a step further than other colleges. This will be good news for the hundreds of intelligent dogs and horses that are tortured out of existence within the walls of this temple of mirth. But the most melancholy feature of the whole busine: the knowledge the instructor: m to have of the inclina- tions of their pupils. The possibility of their shrinking from these entertainments is not considered. They evidently are well aware that they soon convince the youths that nothing is more entertaining than the quivering nerves of living beings. THE WORST KIND OF LUCK. Ww" ¢: [am afraid that gas stove in the kitchen will be a source of great expense to us. HUSBAND: Why, we never use it. Wire: } saw it. ‘0. But to-day when the gas collector called he FE: TO A-ROASTED CHICKEN. HE veriest of cowards Thou wast, I do surmise, If what the bard hath written Be true contrariwise. “* The bravest are the tenderest,” Declares the poet's stave, And if his words be truthful, T'll swear thou wast not brave. Frank Roe Batchelder. SCHWAAB. I" was an awfully wet day. I and a cousin of mine, Al Carmfax, of Barbour, Virginia, though practising law in New York, found ourselves at Squire Pennington’s tavern on the Sassafras River, east shore of Maryland. By dinner time (and a capital dinner the Squire gave us) the bar-room was full, though it would have been fuller, perhaps, if they hadn't “local option.” . Well, after dinner we all fell to talking. You know how sociable they get south of Mason’s and Dixon's line, who go duck shooting. One thing led to another, till we began guess- ing where the others “hailed from.” 1 confess it made me mad when a big countryman from across the line in Cecil