Life, 1895-12-12 · page 9 of 18
Life — December 12, 1895 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 383 The top cartoon depicts an interrogation scene where a young boy is being questioned by two stern male figures (likely teachers or authority figures), with the caption indicating the boy has stopped saying prayers because he's "not afraid in the dark any more." The middle illustration labeled "The Western Union" shows a man at what appears to be a telegraph office speaking with a woman. The page includes three literary sections: a discussion of "The New Woman" and sewing, a dialogue between "Jayson" and "Wilson" about money owed, and another titled "In the Senate Gallery" with witty commentary about silence being golden. The poem "A Prodigal" appears on the right side, satirizing the lifestyle of a wealthy bachelor. Overall, the page combines social satire about modern manners, gender roles, and contemporary life with humorous poetry.
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“BUT HE IS WORSE THAN HE LOOKS, UNCLE. ANY MORE.” HE HAS GIVEN UP SAYING HIS PRAYERS BECAUSE HE IS NOT AFRAID IN THE DARK wrote an article about the New Woman renouncing all sewing ex- cept that of wild oats. Thus it is that original ideas are evolved, and the Eighth Command- ment wiped off of the Decalogue of the Literary Person. Jessie M, Wood, NEVER. AYSON: Say, Wilson, do you J ever expect to pay me that ten dollars you got from me some months ago ? WILson: Certainly not, Don’t you remember you said not to pay it till it was convenient ? IN THE SENATE GALLERY. HE: I wonder what makes those Silver Senators talk so much ? HE: Possibly they have heard that silence is golden. A PRODIGAL. GENIAL bachelor is the sun, Counting the lonely hours, In his high estate, with never a mate To share his ethereal bowers. But, as he goes to his night's repose And the stars peep one by one, He wishes that he a youth might be, With ** Love" in his lexicon. Then would he rise and, in some disguise, Beguile the Pleiades fair ; The planets he'd skirt, with Venus he'd flirt, No matter how Mars might glare. With Saturn he'd joke, with Faye’s Comet smoke, And the glittering Milky. Way He would turn into punch and on Nebulae lunch, Till his rays wouldn't fit him next The Western Usiox, day. comicbooks.com