Life, 1899-02-16 · page 6 of 20
Life — February 16, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis **Top cartoon ("The Crafty Tiger Hunter"):** Three figures in colonial dress hunt a tiger in an exotic landscape. The caption quotes "Lord Chunderbox": "Eyes! If I miss I guess I'll be safe, if it's a sensible tiger." This appears to satirize British colonial attitudes—suggesting that even when facing danger (the tiger), colonizers relied on assumptions of their own superiority or the "sensibility" of their opponents. The humor mocks overconfident imperial presumption. **Bottom section ("Three-Light Marriage"):** A story about Valentine's Day with photographs of women. The narrative describes a man receiving love letters while dealing with domestic complaints about bills and housekeeping. The satire targets marriage dynamics and male hypocrisy—contrasting romantic idealization with mundane marital reality. Both pieces reflect early 20th-century social commentary on gender relations and colonial attitudes.
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THE CRAFTY TIGER HUNTER. Lord Chondoodies = EVEN IP 1 MISS 1 OU T was tho night of the fourteenth of February. The air was thick with snow and thousands of Loves were whirl- ing through it, bringing in the accounts of the year for tho great Bowman's ledger. In the apartments of Archibald Reed all was still excopt for the snapping of the cannel coal in the fire on the generous hearth of the sitting-room, It was a typical with rich-toned trophies of sport, guns, golf clubs, and pictures and boc available spot, On the mantel-piece,t pering tho bric~i-brac,were the photographs of balf a dozen beautiful women, friends and celebrities, One of them, looking as bachelor’s apartment, charming easy-ebairs, rods and rugs, huge foils, s in every VL BE SAPE, IP IT's If it were photographed from a painting, unlike the others, was unsigned. Into the quiet of the room fluttered a Love. He glanced about eagerly, but his impression was evidently disappointing. As his gazo fell on the photographs massed together, he shrugged his shoulders. “All on a level,” he muttered, and turned to the sleeping apartment. He was gone but a moment, returning with a perceptibly lengthened countenance, “One of the incorrigibles,” he grumbled; “horses and and no time for a sweetheart.” Then he went over and sat at the open desk beneath the lamplight, and drew out tho papers from several pigeon-holes. “ Noth- ing but bills,” be sighed; “ pigeon-holes € TEED the brute SOME CREWEL FEATURES OP THE LATE WAR. still remains the un- surpassed advice tendered the much- beset spouse of a testy husband, j ‘) ought to hold love letters, not bills.” Tho warmth of the room was making bim sleepy. “Yet pigeons have bills"—he dropped his head on the blotting-pad and ina moment would have been fast asloep, bad not another Love just then arrived. “Hello, Little Flame; have you finishod here?” ‘Tho small head bobbed up from tho desk, “Is that you, Chappie?” he yawned, shaking off his drowsiness, “Finished? Almost—not quite; but thro is scarcely anything to do.” ar boy"—the new arrival perched himself on the arm of his cbair— know that this is the dwelling-place of the greatest heart-breaker in town ?” do you