Life, 1898-08-18 · page 3 of 20
Life — August 18, 1898 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 123 This page contains satirical poetry and brief humorous dialogues rather than traditional political cartoons. The main illustration shows what appears to be a museum or gallery scene with classical nude statuary and period-dressed visitors. The poetry sections reference Spanish colonial history, mentioning figures like Montejo, Cortés, and Sohley in contexts of conquest and military campaigns. The text appears to mock imperial boasting about conquests in Spain and Cuba. The brief dialogues at bottom—"Effective," "Suitable"—are disconnected comic quips about pickpockets and children's clothing, typical of Life's miscellaneous humor format. The specific historical references are unclear without additional context about when this was published, though references to Cuba suggest late 19th or early 20th century.
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TIME: 6.30 A.M, “NOW, I TOLD YOU, ROSANNA, WE'D GET HERE BEFORE THEM POLKS WAS DRESSED.” HERE? (With apologies to Austin Dodson.) I. The Spanish Don vaunted his claims; Ho had striven for years to out- tack us, With diplomatists’ treacherous james, Ho had tried to palaver and clack us, At last he decided to whack us, And somebody blew up the Maine; But anger rose up to attack us, And—where are the galleons of Spain? Il. Montojo had vaunted his claims, O’er the whole China Sea he would track us; Our cruisers ho'd send up in flames, From Hong Kong to ‘Frisco he'd sack us, To Davy Jones! locker he'd pack us, With no one to number the slain; But with Admiral Dewey to back us— Well, where are the galleons of Spain? Ill. Cervera had vaunted his claims, « He came o'er the ocean to smack us; He bad sworn by his various names That in piles of dead bodies ho'd stack us, But Schley chased him down to Caracas, And buck into Caba asain; And Sampson conducted the fracas, Aad—where aro the galleons of Spain? LENVOL, Old Glory! The foe who would rack us— The sons of the Saxon and Dano— Must needs be a giant, by Bacchus! For—whero aro the galleons of Spain? D. Montague Budd. Heroes on the Way. EFORE the appearance of this issue of Lire the newspapers are likely to be telling of how the first lots of troops from Santiago were linded on Long Island, and what condition they were in, and hew they looked and be- haved. They are welcome to these parts, and we all want to know all about them, and will follow eagerly the news of thcir recuperation. At this writing, they are dying of fever at the rate of a dozen a day in Cuba, That is very irksome to us, and doubtless to them, When the fevers have been blown out of them at Montauk Point and they feel better, we shall want to see them all in New York. It will be a great day for us and for them when we have a chance to mect them on the street and express our senti- ments about them. HE most certain evidence that man is descended from a monkey is the direction he takes when he back- slides. Effective. ISITING CLERGYMAN: And so you were a pickpocket for twenty Was it religion that induced you to reform ? Rerormep: No; it wasa sawmill. years. Suitable. RIENDLY VISITOR (tolittle boy): Why, Coxey, what nice-looking trousers you have on! Cox: Yes, ma’am; I got them off a young lady friend of mine. comicbooks.com