Life, 1898-04-02 · page 6 of 32
Life — April 2, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Life* magazine (page 266) depicts a social comedy scene rather than political satire. The illustration shows a formal introduction between a woman (Miss Ashurst) and a man (Mr. Van Luydam Beedlam) at what appears to be a dinner party. The humor derives from social awkwardness: Mr. Van Luydam attempts flattery while being patronizing, Miss Ashurst responds with mock politeness while committing embarrassing social gaffes (using an oyster fork incorrectly, wearing violets). The dialogue satirizes upper-class pretension and the performative nature of formal social interactions—how people present artificial versions of themselves in polite society. This is genteel domestic satire targeting Victorian-era social conventions rather than political commentary.
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I believe I have the pleasure.” er SOL areyou?” *Letme present —.” “Al- low me to introduce,” ete. Hostexx : “Ali! Miss Ashhurst! So glad to see you! Allow me to present Mr. Van Luydam Beedam.” Miss Ashhurst (tho wonders vaguely why she thinks at that moment of Sack in one of his tempers): ‘How do you do.” Mr, Van L. B.: ‘Miss Ashhurst, I believe I have the pleasure of taking you in to dinner.” (Miss A. is saved the awkwardness of a reply by dinner being announced.) Mr. Van L. B. (to himeelf): “She's pretty, but, Jove! L shall have to wring every word out of her, I know that sort. (Aloud) Let us consider, Miss Ashhurst, that we have discussed all the usual topics, the weather, the opera, the last new book, and let's promote ourselves to a more intimate understand- ing and discuss each other, We will cach give a personal sketch, Now you begin. Miss A. (thom nobody could put at her : **No, please, I can't, really; 9 begin.” (Finds that she is the last girl to draw off her gloves, and tugs away frantically.) Mr. Van L. B. (rexiquedly): ** Well, I'll account for myself, so as to give you courage. [am nothing if not com- monplace. I live ia a most respectable quarter of the town with a most unim- peachable parent, and all my surround: ings from childhood have been of an extreme propriety and spotless virtue.” Miss A, (to herwlf): “ Weavens! I've used some other fork instead of the oyster fork! What shall I do?) I'm sure he saw it. (Aloud) Tell me some more—do,”” Mr, Van L. Bo (flattered): “Such environments ought to have been my ruin, but Iwas far too lazy, and I am at present merely a harmless butterfly.” (Looks at his companion and encoun ters astony stare of horror. What can be the matter with her? Is she ill? Goes on talking, bravely, if discon- nectedly.) Mixes A, (to herself): ‘What is that creeping up my neck?” (Follows it cautiously with her hand, and encoun- ters an atom of an insect. Why did she wear those violets ?) Mr. Van L, B. (to himself): ‘Thank heavens, she has taken off that look! (Aloud) Now, really, it is your turn.”