Life, 1894-11-22 · page 11 of 24
Life — November 22, 1894 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This page from *Life* magazine features a photograph titled "The Wonders of America: Some New Faces on Profile Mountain, N.H." The image shows rock formations on what appears to be a mountainside, with natural features resembling human profiles. The accompanying text is a narrative story about a character named Daisy, discussing her quiet nature, lack of imagination, and family background. The story mentions her grandfather was a Mason and references a French novel her mother left behind. This is **not political satire or social commentary**. Rather, it's a humorous feature combining a landscape photograph with an unrelated fictional narrative—a common *Life* magazine format mixing visual content with short stories or character sketches for entertainment purposes.
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THE WONDERS OF AMERICA. SOME NEW FACES ON PROFILE MOUNTAL regarded Daisy as dangerous. She was such a quiet little thing. She never told of her flirtations, and the girls really doubted if she ever had any. They were not surprised, then, when Daisy, casting a wistful look at the rug at the con- clusion of the last story, said : You know that. As you are all through, you may as well take the vote now. I'm not going to try. The fact is,” she continued, plaintivel clasping her tiny brown hands over one knee and leaning forward a trifle, as if taking them all into her contidence, “1 never had a speck of imagination. Why, I never could write or tell anything; I never even wrote a composition at school. I can’t even invent an excuse for getting out of an unpleasant engagement. Mamma says I'm just like my grandmother. She was so stupid. She a/ways told the truth. She hadn't gumption enough to tell anything else. Why, mamma says she told her once that grandpa was the only beau she ever had, and as she was getting to be an old maid she accepted him very thankfully. Why, when she dirls, it’s no use wasting time on me. s being married, instead of responding ‘1 will,’ she said ‘I shall be very much obliged.’ My grandpa was a Mason, but she never teased him for any of his secrets, She hadn’t gh imagination to be curious, even. Her mother found a French novel in her room once, and grandma explained it was left there by her best friend, and she hadn't read it be- cause her friend said it was so risqué.” I don’t see anything so stupid in that answer,” inter- rupted Ade “ But there was,” quietly responded Daisy, * because it was thetruth, Tell the truth?) Why, she'd tell anything, if it were so. She lost the catch of the season by telling her age at a right before him, and she w; ear older than the plaintive little voice ide. dinner party he. And I do the very same thing, wenton. “1 eévays tell my age. Only last week I told Joe Millionaire 1 was two years old the Centennial year, and he said he never dreamed before that I was over eighteen. Adelaide gazed at L steadily, but the brown eyes never faltered. comicbooks.com