Life, 1899-03-16 · page 9 of 20
Life — March 16, 1899 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Political Cartoon Analysis The main cartoon depicts a lion and what appears to be a hippo or similar animal, with a small figure leaping between them. The caption reads: "Say, dog, I can't see the good of your standing so far off and throwing the pills. Well, I can! These pills are for your appetite." This appears to be satirizing medical treatment or advice-giving at a distance—possibly commenting on ineffective remedies or reluctance to engage directly with a problem. The "pills for your appetite" suggests ironic commentary on treating symptoms rather than root causes. The surrounding text references literary correspondence and Uncle Sam, but the specific political context remains unclear without additional historical dating or byline information visible on this page.
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its great charm. They forgot absolutely that they wore posts, and wrote as lovers, When they began the correspondence they wero self-conscious phrase-makers. Brown- ing delighted in obscurities, and sho was prim and pedantic, as a mature blue- stocking is apt to be. But in a moment, in the twinkling of an oye, tho miracle happens! There is a great light, and they sev only each other. For them it is a new world. Into it echoes ‘LIFE * and tho persistency of the great passion. So fino Is it that it almost jus- tifles the wrench which its publication gives to the feeling that there aro some things too intimate for publicity. Droch. hn B Wr? vA PK Y “GAY, DOC, 1 CAN'T @EE THE GOOD OF YOUR STANDING 60 PAR OFF AND THROWING TRE PILLS.” “WELL, I CAN! THESE PILLS ARE FOR YOUR APPETITE.” come from the world of men and books in which Browning is a figure; or of the narrow invalid’s world which sometimes presses cruelly on the other poet. But tho only reality worth counting is this great love which they never tire of telling. Even the divine art of poetry is an incident. They make a pretty pretense of “ sympa- thizing ” with each other in their work, and of “criticising” it, but it, almost laugh- ably, resolves itself into glowing eulogy of everything they write. Tho interest of these letters is, therefore, not due to the eminence and literary asso- ciations of the author of “Sordello” and the author of “Aurora Leigh.” It doesnot even faintly suggest a volume of literary reminiscence. It is a love story, pure and simple, like Mérimée’s Letters to an Unknown, You may wonder why they never tired of it; why they did not fear to express them- selves so extravaguntly lest thoy could never live up to it; why not agleam of humor ever flickers through the pages— you may marvel at theso things, bat you may never doubt the intensity, the beauty, Uncle Sam, Loquitur. NVESTIGATION is vexation, Expansion is as bad. McKinley's make-up puzzles mo, And Algor drives me mad, Sure To Be. DITH: Chappie is wearing a'look of importance. : Yes, and it’s a horrible Post-Bellum. ETURNED NAVAL HERO: The next thing I remember was the order, given by the Admiral himself, to flood the magazines. ListENER: Yes, and everyone of you, from the Admiral down, is still engaged in carrying it out. DVICE to the Liberator— Liberate Alger. FINANCIAL NOTE, A VICTIM OF THE BIO COPTER COMBINE.