Life, 1895-04-18 · page 9 of 18
Life — April 18, 1895 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 259 **Top image:** "The Wonders of America - The New York Stock Exchange on a Quiet Day" shows the ornate interior of the stock exchange filled with crowds of traders. This satirizes American wealth and commerce as a spectacle worthy of tourist attention. **"In the Clouds"** features a profile portrait labeled "L'EMPEREUR" (Napoleon), presenting a dialogue where Napoleon questions whether he remains interesting to mortals. His secretary suggests marriage to keep public interest alive—likely satirizing how celebrities (or historical figures' legacies) maintain relevance through sensational personal news. **"A Weather Prophet"** is a poem about predicting weather through observing a woman's facial expressions rather than meteorological science—a sexist joke suggesting women's moods are as changeable and predictable as weather. **"No Opportunity for Conversation"** jokes about a British subject being kicked out of his house by his own husband.
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REA on THE WONDERS OF AMERICA. Tue New York Stock EXCHANGE ON A QUIET DAY, IN THE CLOUDS. ne OURIENNE,” said Napoleon, “I still seem to be interesting to the mortals ? “You are, sire, you are,” returned his faithful secretary. “ Will it last, Bourienne ?”" “Oh, I think so—six months anyhow. You'll have to take a back seat then, unless —" (Here the secretary paused.) “Unless what?” , “Unless you should marry Trilby. I think the union of the two fads would keep the interest up for quite a while.” A WEATHER PROPHET. SCAN no more the arching skies I've gazed so oft on Mabel's face The weather to foretell, And peered within her eyes, I only gaze in Mabel’s eyes, Love's weather I foretell apace, Blue as a heather bell ; And storms of every size; And when dark frowns her eyes o'ercast, In sooth I've grown so very wise From teasing swift refraining, In all love's woes and blisses, I straightway chase those cloudlets past I know the times for sowing sighs Or soon it will be raining. And when to harvest kisses. NO OPPORTUNITY FOR CONVERSATION. RS. FLYBELL That horrid Mr. Bullbeefe, who insulted you, is a British subject, is he not, dear ? Mrs. HANDSOFFE (whose husband has kicked him out of the house): Yes, and a very sore one, too. comicbooks.com