Life, 1897-09-30 · page 8 of 20
Life — September 30, 1897 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 268 **Upper Illustration: "A Matter of Taste"** Two giraffes are depicted with contrasting patterns—one natural-spotted, one wearing a checkered suit. The caption shows one giraffe criticizing the other's fashion choices, joking about "eternal polka dot effect." This appears to be gentle satirical commentary on fashion trends and personal taste preferences of the era. **Lower Illustration: "Jew-Jew Paste"** Three figures in formal dress appear to be engaged in a confrontational scene. This cartoon's title and imagery suggest antisemitic content typical of early-20th-century American satirical publications. The specifics of the satirical "point" are unclear from context alone, but it reflects the unfortunately common prejudiced stereotyping found in period publications.
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*LIFE: ““Do you mean that?” questioned he, after a moment, and his face looked very set and hard, “Quite. Good night.” - His eyes flashed resentment instead of humiliation as | swept by him, and I carried their look with me for many a long day. A MATTER OF TASTE. ‘HEAVENS | WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO YOURSELF?” “WELL, YOU KNOW, CHECKS ARE ALL THE RAGE NOW, AND I GOT TIRED OF THAT ETERNAL POLKA DOT EFFECT. “And you think that I am ae “‘T have no right to judge you, Mr. Appleton, Kindly let me pass." He did bar the way, but didn't move as I made a step forward, “T can't let you go, Miss Towneshend,without someslight explanation.” “Task for none; it is quite un- necessary.” ‘Tl beg of you to listen to me— I would not have spoken other- wise. I would not have dared; but I must now. You force me in self-defense. I love you,” he said, tremulously. ‘‘ You are the only woman I can ever love— that is the reason—” A great wave of exultant feel- ing swept over me. I felt my- self transformed into an avenging goddess. A moment before I was impotent, powerless to resent the affront that I felt had been put upon the whole of womankind by this man. Now I had him at my feet. ‘Is that all?” I said, haughtily, feeling = almost Titanic, though somehow or other that feeling didn’t belittle him in the least, for he loomed up big and black before me. Lours Evan Shipman. When My Ship Came In. M* ship came in one day, ’Twas loaded to the rails, And I could scarcely keep away Until they furled the sails, And then I sprang aboard, For I was mad to see Just what a yellow, golden hoard, My ship had brought to me. But sorrow’s current deep Flowed o'er me as I gazed; As one awakened from a sleep I stood there, half amazed. My ship was filled with tears And laughter—this more rare; ‘Twas filled with idle hopes and fears, And cases labelled “Care.” There were some grains of gold, Some copper coins likewise; But oh! the truth must now be told— My ship was not a prize. And disappointment swift Was all my legacy ; For all the things I'd sent adrift My ship brought back to me. JEW-JEW PASTE,