Life, 1898-03-17 · page 3 of 20
Life — March 17, 1898 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This page from *Life* magazine contains two separate pieces: **"Olympus Up to Date" (top illustration):** A satirical drawing depicting Greek gods/goddesses in a modern club setting, lounging and socializing. The caption suggests commentary on classical mythology adapted to contemporary leisure culture—likely mocking both high-minded classical references and modern "bohemian" club life. **"Irlandaise" (poem with dialogue):** A sentimental Irish-themed poem about a young woman singing an old Irish song ("The Wearin' o' the Green"). It includes a brief dialogue between "Timmy" and "Pop" discussing potential war and the mother's role managing the household. The war reference appears topical but without additional context, the specific conflict referenced is unclear—possibly World War I era given the magazine's apparent vintage. The overall tone mixes nostalgia, sentimentality, and social observation typical of early 20th-century American humor magazines.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
OLYMPUS UP TO DATE. cLen Lire, Irlandaise. rly evening, the air was warm and still, The bells were ringing vespers at the chapel on the hill; My work was over for the day, the pipe was in my band, And there I sat, as free of care as any in the land, When swinging down the stre spalpeen, And the tune that he was whistling was ‘The Wearin’ o’ the Green.” T was in the there strolled a inerry. young Ob! then my thoughts went traveling back across the bygone years! A shadow moved before my eyes (I'm thinking it was tears). For once again the springtime bloomed in dear old County Clare, The peach leaned pink against the wall, the snow laid on the pear, And she that came to meet with me, the hedge-rows in between, Was singing—I can hear her now!—“ The Wearin’ o’ the Green.” Her footstep fell so fairy-light it scarce bent down the gr The very birds perched on the boughs, bewitched, to watch her p: Who bothered that her petticoat was ragged when ‘twas tied About the sweetest, snuggest waist in all the countryside” And faith, she'd not a sixpence, but the eyes of her would shine Like two bright jewels when they looked up loving into mine, A blessing on the whistling lad, for bringing to my mind The hopes and dreams the flying months had long since left behind! For as a burst of sunshine breaks upon a cloudy day, A fancy slipped into my heart that, maybe, far away Where Irish skies, still soft and blue, stnfled down at her, Kathleen Was singing for the old times’ sake “The Wearin’ 0’ the Green,” MEW, IMMY Pop, if there’ Por: N ~ Your mother has been the man of the house for the past year, a war, are you going t comicbooks.com