Life, 1898-11-17 · page 7 of 20
Life — November 17, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# "Life's Pantheon of Political Pets" This page features two marble busts titled "Life's Pantheon of Political Pets," described as "marble statues of up-to-date gods, sculptured by our own lightning caricature chiseler." The caricatures depict two prominent political figures of the era, though the OCR'd text doesn't identify them by name. The exaggerated facial features—pronounced teeth, wrinkles, and distinctive facial hair—are typical of Life magazine's satirical style. The accompanying text discusses bicycle prices becoming affordable and includes unrelated humor about marriage and newspaper duties. The "political pets" title suggests these are figures the magazine viewed as tools or favorites of particular interests—a common satirical trope mocking politicians' perceived lack of independence or integrity during this period.
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ating the malevolent spirit of the people, which he believes was always pursuing Grant. Malice is not a trait of large bodies of people. It flads its lodgment in a few sinister minds, but never in the mob, which {s often thoughtless and brutal, but never subtly and intentionally malicious. This biography is a proof in itself that delusions about Grant were transient, and that the people were quick to see their error, and gave bim in ubundant measuro the appre- elation and the honorable fame which he 80 richly deserved. Droch, «LIP E+ HE price of bicycles seems at last to have come down to the sea level. A good bicycle can now be bought for a sum which is not inconsistent with the purchaser's enjoyment of some of the other blessings of life. Nothing but an amelioration of the price was needed to make bicycles pop- ular, They are handy machines, and we may expect pow tosce them in the strects, LIFE'S PANTHEON OF POLITICAL PETS, 387 Deplorable. OW fashion’s incline, I suppose, Will tend toward the Bergerac nose. Alas! ‘tis a pity, ‘Tho nose of our city In hopeless convexity grows, Still in Doubt. RS. PIPKIN: Does Mr. Happer betieve that bis wife will ever return to him? Mr. Prpxin: Well, he told me that he still hoped for the best. MARBLE STATUES OF UP-TO-DATE GODS, SCULPTCRED BY OUR OWN LIGHTNING CARICATURE CHISELER. HEY sandbagged a man the other morning in “the new Tenderloin” on Eighth Ave- nue. Hedied. Afterall, the city may be too wide open for profit. Ifthe hazards of intrusion into the Tenderloin are too great, timid folks will keep away, busicess will fall off, and dive-keepers won't be able to meet the ruling charges for protection Not To Be Expected. RS. OATCAKE: Well, you know what the prophet said: ‘ Figsdo not grow on thistles.” Farmer Oatoake: Yas; I s'pose the dern fool hed be'n tryin’ t’ graft ‘em! OST of us dislike to speak ill of other people, but we can’t be ex- pected to cease conversation entirely <G ‘OU like little girls, Joe?” “Oh, yes; but by the time I am thirty-five and able to marry, all this season’s ten-year-olds will be over twenty. It is well for a man, I think, to make acquaintances betimes in his own set.” HE first duty of a newspaper is to print the news; the second, tu deny it. comicbooks.com