Life, 1894-09-13 · page 7 of 16
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# Page 167 Analysis This page contains three separate humor pieces, not political cartoons. The top illustration titled "Excuse me—" shows a child being chased by another child, likely satirizing childhood rudeness or social awkwardness. Below that, "Per calling yer back, but them chaps is mighty peculiar, and I don't like to be patronized. I thought I'd just warn ye" depicts an adult warning about suspicious strangers, possibly mocking rural suspicion or class differences. The text sections are dialogue-based jokes: "A Sad Experience" describes a picnic mishap involving Ike shooting at a tree; "A Special Favor," "As Good as His Word," and similar titled pieces are brief comedic exchanges about everyday situations—broken promises, gas lamps, and porter services. These appear to be general-interest humor pieces rather than topical satire, typical of *Life* magazine's lighter content.
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-LIFE- 167 BUT THEM CHAPS IS MIGHTY PERTICULAR, AND DON'T LIKE TO HE PATRONIZED, I THOUGHT I'p jusT WARN YE." to-day (in which the publisher has risked some of his capital) that is pushed upon your attention by advertising and other perfectly legitimate means. But the classics must first of all be sane, wholesome, human—those are qualities in which the fashion never changes—and Bulwer and “Ouida” missed them, and set in their place meretricious idols, Droch. NEW BOOKS. HE PURPLE LIGHT OF LOVE. By Henry Goclet McVickar. vf New York; D. Appleton and Company. Dr. Janet of Harley Street, By Arabella Kenealy. New York: D. Appleton and Company. Oxtlaw and Lawmaker, By Mrs. Campbell-Praed. New York: D. Appleton and Company. Her Fair Fame. By Edgar Fawcett. New York: Merrill and Baker. rs OW many charming Philadelphians there are in Chicago this summer.” “Yes; they have come out to see the World’s Fair.” CHIARO-OSCURO. ~ UNLIGHT on the fir-wood, shadow on the wheat, Gleam o'er gloom, and gleam thro’ gloom, When my love I meet. Shadow on the wheat-field, sunlight on the fir, Gloom o'er gleam, and gloom thro’ gleam, When I part with her. A SAD EXPERIENCE. T was during the progress of the picnic given in Jurnigan’s Grove by the Methodist Sabbath School of Hawville, Oklahoma. Alkali Ike, who sings bass in the choir, and Miss Lillie Cusack, the soprano, had wandered a short distance from the scene of the festivities and seated themselves on a moss- covered log which lay at the foot of a tall tree. The gallant’s arm had strayed around the maiden’s slender waist and lingered there, apparently to the profound satis- faction of both persons, and Isaac had asked, for the six- teenth time: “Does 00 love me, Lillie?” “Course I do!” replied the maid, snuggling closer to him. “I love you gooder than any—Oh, mercy! I do believe there is some kind of a horrid animal up in this tre “We'll soon see!" remarked Ike, grimly, at the same time drawing his revolver and firing a few shots into the foliage above. “I'll stir the varmint up a little, anyhow.” At that instant, a reproachful voice was heard proceeding {rom the canopy of leaves above their heads : “ How long, oh Lord? How long?” “What the dev-— That is, who are you?" demanded Ike. “All that remains of Hercules P. Smith,” was the reply. “IT was in swimming before the picnickers came, and a cow ate up the most of my clothes before I noticed her. I chased her through a blackberry tangle and then a stray dog, that appeared to be mad, chased me back again. Then the com- ing of the Sabbath School drove me up this tree, and here I have been ever since, with a hornets’ nest on one bough and a snake on another. And now you are trying to finish the job by assassinating me.” “Why didn’t you come down before ?”” “Well, you see, I happen to be engaged myself to Miss Cusack, whom you are hugging.” Tom P. Morgan. A SPECIAL FAVOR. R, DOLEFUL: You're looking wretched. Down- right miserable! to tell you the honest truth. Jack: Thanks for telling me the truth, old man; 1 know you wouldn't do that for everybody. AS GOOD AS HIS WORD. R. HAYSEED (sn city hotel): Wal, 1 guess you'll have to blow out the gas, Mandy. Mrs, HAYSEED: Why, Josiah? The porter made me promise not to do it. comicbooks.com