Life, 1895-08-22 · page 10 of 16
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 122 This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Miss Jones"** — A poem by Harry Romaine celebrating an unnamed woman whose charm and wit are so powerful that merely being called "Miss Jones" conveys her appeal. The accompanying illustration shows a fashionable woman in elegant dress, suggesting the piece celebrates feminine mystique and allure. 2. **"Retrospection"** — A comedic dialogue between "Nubed" and "Mrs. Nubed" where a husband claims he never lied before marriage, but his wife reminds him he once claimed she was "unworthy"—a gentle marital satire about how courtship involves flattery that marriage later contradicts. 3. **"Bar Harbor"** — A descriptive piece about Mt. Desert Island, Maine's exclusive resort community, detailing its geography, wealthy inhabitants, and their leisure activities (yachting, golf, dinner dances).
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-*LIFE: MISS JONES. OU may mentionfher name, but it never conveys An idea of the exquisite tones Of her voice or her sparkling, bewildering ways, For her name—it is simply, ‘‘ Miss Jones!" It gives you no hint of her golden-brown hair ; Of her eyes that outshine precious stones ; Of the flash of her wit, or her highly bred air, When they merely allude to ‘ Miss Jones.” RETROSPECTION. UWED: According to you, I never told you a single truth before we were married. Mrs. NuWED: Oh, George, you weren't quite as bad as all that. Don't you remember you always used to say you were unworthy of me? A QUARTER BEFORE FIVE. It leaves you to guess at the men in her train, And her suitors’ expiring groans ; At the charm that proves fatal to many a swain— Unexpected in every-day ** Jones.” But when you have seen the effect of her glance On raw youth or decrepit old bones, You'll admit that a knight never shattered a lance, For a ‘* Queen of the Lists" like ‘* Miss Jones.” If her name could be changed, what a gain it would be— A fact which she cheerfully owns ; But, at present, you see, she's confided to me, She prefers to stay simply—'* Miss Jones !” Harry Romaine. BAR HARBOR. © B* HARBOR is the capital of Mt. Desert, which is an island several miles in diameter and several feet high. It is entirely sur- rounded by water and inhabited by million- aires, who derive a scanty subsistence from its sterile soil by yachting, driving and golfing. The island abounds in rocks, drives, salt water and girls. The principal products are morning calls, afternoon teas, and dinner dances. When not attending to the cultivation of these staples the inhabitants are occupied in driving up and down to see that none of the scenery—to which they are much attached—has got away during the night. Mt. Desert was discovered several years ago—before the Christian Science era—by Frenchmen, who looked over the menu, and finding nothing there within their means, gave their names to several dishes, and left the island to be redis- covered by the hardy race of millionaires who came after them, and who still subsist there. he dwellings of this curious and interesting people are called cottages, and are constructed of bricks, mortar and bric-a-brac, The people are gregarious and migratory in habit, nesting and raising their young, and giving dinner parties in their