Life, 1894-06-14 · page 7 of 14
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# Page Analysis: Life Magazine, Page 385 This page contains humorous cartoons and a poem titled "Moonshine" by W.S. Moody, Jr. The cartoons depict a man repeatedly mishaps with a cucumber frame (a gardening device), with captions "Too bad, my new cucumber frame brokes, I bet it's the work of that infernal pup" and "Missed, by thunder." The visual gag shows the man's failed attempts, likely blaming his small dog for the destruction. The "Moonshine" poem is romantic verse celebrating the beauty of moonlight on water and nature's fairness, contrasting with life's transience. Below appears dialogue about cigars between characters McCuck and Feeney, discussing a "Kay Wist" cigar and the term "poipe" (pipe)—seemingly Irish immigrant dialect humor, common in early 20th-century American satire. The page mixes domestic comedy, sentimental poetry, and ethnic humor typical of the era.
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385 MOONSHINE. HE fairest thing in all the world Is the light of the moon in the s For it flutters along likea ribbon. unfurled By a maiden’s hand in another world, And tossed down here to me. The rose is fair in the rose tree green, And the violet sweet in the grass ; “Too Bap, MY NEW CUCUMBER FRAME BROKEN. 1 RET IT's But the rose must die, like every THE WORK OF THAT INFERNAL PUP.” queen, And the violet fades in her cloister green, As the winds, lamenting, pass. ‘The sunset sky is softly fair When the first white star appears ; But the light grows pale as the fireflies flare, And the primrose cloud forgets to be fair, And the dewdrops shine like tears. And passing fair is the slender maid, Who springs like the lily tall ; But, though as a child she stands arrayed In her sheer, white gown, she’s a marble maid, Unheeding the sculptor’s call So the fairest thing in the whole wide world Is the moon-streak in the s For it falls like a fairy's hair unfurled, And always, wherever we go in the world, There's one for you—for me IW. S. Moody, Jr. §¢- ROTH,” said Mr. McGuck, “Oi tink this cigar that me boss give me is the virry bist wan Oi iver shmoked. It’s called a Kay Wist. Now, Feeney, fhat is cigar ye iver shmoked ?” replied Feeney, “the bist cigar Oi iver shmoked wuz a poipe.” “* MISSED, BY THUNDER.” comicbooks.com