Life, 1898-07-21 · page 7 of 20
Life — July 21, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 47 This page contains two distinct pieces of satirical content: **Upper illustration**: A zebra and rhinoceros exchange dialogue ("Suppose we exchange suits," said the zebra, "and—Welcome"). This appears to be a fable-style joke about animals swapping identities, likely satirizing social pretense or the idea that appearance doesn't change essential nature. **Lower illustration and "The Ways of These Wicked Men"**: Shows two men in Victorian dress discussing two women on a beach. The dialogue reveals the men are casually discussing romantic entanglements and using women as objects of conquest. One man claims indifference toward a woman he'd previously courted, while the other boasts about his own romantic conquests. The satire targets masculine callousness and the treatment of women as disposable romantic interests in Victorian/Edwardian society—critiquing the careless emotional cruelty of "wicked men."
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earlier years do not reveal any new phases of Thackeray, but they confirm all those lovable traits that have become an inseparable part of him in the minds of readers. The sizo and weight of the vol- umes is the only obvious criticism to make upon them. A popular edition of Thackeray ought to be one that can be beld with ease in one hand, Droch. SHAY! THING SWIPE ILE KNOW U'VE BEEN DRINKIN’? “NOT UNLESS MIN READER, OLE MAN.” “SUPPOSE WE EXCHANGE SUITS,” SAID THE ZEBRA. AND— Welcome. MET him rattling through the hall Ere She came down the stair. He spoke: * Kind sir, you don’t know all— Of me you weren't aware.” “ And who are you? Some ghostly sham? If so,” I cried, “ begone!” Ho bowed politely: No; Iam The family skeleton. “ And when you marry Her, my friend, You'll likewiso marry me.” He fairly shook from end to end In his sepulchral glee. The metatarsals of this Blado I grasped—a friendly twist, “Tis well,” I said, “1 was afraid That you did not exist. “ Nay, friend, do not look so surprised, You will not live alone, I’m weak; She has not been apprised— Bat I've one of my own. “ And 80 I welcome you with keen, Eestatic joy, I vow! Your osseous structure having seen, I know she'll take mo now.” The Ways of These Wicked Men. E don’t care,” she said, glancing at the two figures far down the beach. “Of course not,” be replied, promptly, drawing nearer. ‘* Why should we?” He looked at her admiringly. Her eyes were following their late companions. “ We shouldn't,” she replied, hastily, with a little catch in her breath. ‘*Only——” She paused. “Only what?” bending so that he could look into the downcast eyes. oe Well, I thought that you might care.” “Nonsense !” taking her hand, “ Just because I’ve been thrown with Miss Chilton a good deal you think that I’'m—well, never mind. But I’m not!” Her eyes drooped. “In fact, I'm very well pleased with this present arrangement.” She laughed a silvery little laugh. “Tris nice of you to say so,” coquettishly. He looked offended. “T mean it, of course,” gravely. ‘‘ Indeed, I’ve been wanting