Life, 1898-01-13 · page 3 of 20
Life — January 13, 1898 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 23 The main illustration depicts a couple in a domestic scene—a man reading papers while seated, and a woman in an armchair. The caption warns husbands about mailing letters "occasionally with impunity," but warns that wives finding their husbands' old letters will cause trouble. The page contains three satirical sections: "Society" mocking fashionable skating attire worn by wealthy New Yorkers; "The Victor," a poem about horse racing; and "Their Own Fault," criticizing food shortages in the Klondike gold rush region, arguing that prospectors themselves are to blame for inadequate supply planning before winter. The satire targets affluent society's vanity, gambling culture, and frontier settlers' poor preparation—typical Life magazine subjects mocking contemporary American follies.
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YOU MAY NEGLECT TO MAIL A LETTER OCCASIONALLY WITH IMPUNITY; Society. E was excellent: skati t week inthe Park. Mo cfully over the ice were many of our most fashionable people. Mrs. Lottsmore Stiie Jooked handsome in pale-blue satin; Mrs. Kommunbut Innitt was in yellow satin, covered with yellow gauze, and her débu- iss Blabbie Old point, was in pale-pink satin, covered with pink mous- wline de soie, caught up with clusters of pink Mrs. Van Damm Ex- pensse was in white satin brocade, with long train of old-rose velvet; Mrs. Olwaiz Thayer in rose-pink satin, with trimmings of white chiffon, spangled with silver, and Mrs. Leeds Theg apple-green satin, fante nies roses ; LETTER To YOU unopened, THEN LooK oct! Charley Fourinhand wore trousers and a new emerald scarfpin; Herit little and F. Tayleurs Dummy looked extremely well; J. Fatuous Chump did not feel like skating and sat on the bank, looking wise. The Victor. “THREE riders raced on the broad high- way: The Devil, a woman, a man; And spurring his steed, laughed the Devil “Come, follow me, ye who can!” Three riders raced, aud the stakes were sin, Over the broad highway; And the Devil was second in coming in— For the woman led the way. Tom Masson. BUT WHEN YOUR WIPE FINDS HER LAST SUMMER'S Their Own Fault. io fen Administration has bent its mind on the problem of getting food to the Klondike miners, who are believed to be short of supplies and are cx- pected to have empty stomachs before navigation opens in the spring. The idea of starvation is, very properly, re- pulsive to well-constituted persons, and we will all hope that Uncle Sam's rein- pr, oxen, mules, canned food, exgs, bacon, mince-pie and other supplics may reach their destination. All the same, those Klondikers had ample warning of what was ahead, and have none but themselves to blame if they are caught. They ought be allowed to grow mem- orably nibblish before their stomachs are filled at the taxpayers’ cost.