Life, 1899-03-23 · page 9 of 20
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 229 **Top Section:** A narrative poem by William Russell Rose about William, a boy whose schoolteacher wife points out geography to students using globes and maps. The bishop praises William's merit for "elevat[ing] the soul," and his wife dances enthusiastically—the bishop's amused reaction suggests her energetic dancing is both charming and somewhat improper. **Bottom Section ("Donnybrook Enjoyment"):** Political satire mocking Republican senators and officials displeased with the Administration's policies. Named politicians (Hoar, Lloyd Garrison, Moorfield Storey) are portrayed as hypocritical—complaining about poor sportsmanship while themselves lacking integrity. The text criticizes their self-righteous political posturing as insincere partisan complaint. Both sections use humor to critique earnestness and hypocrisy.
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She helped him in the parish school, Where ragged urchins go, And all the places on the map She'd point out with her toe. And when William gently remonstrated with her, she only said: ‘ William, when I married you I gave you my hand—my feet are still my own.” She'd point like this, she'd point like that, The scholars she'd entrance— “This, children, is America; And this, you see, is France. “A highland here, an island there, ‘Round which the waters roll; And this is Pa-ta-go-ni-ah, And this the frozen Pole.” Young William's bishop called one day, But found the curate out, And so he told the curate’s wife What he had come about. “Your merit William oft to me Most highly doth extol; I trust, my dear, you always try To elevate the soul.” Then Witliam’s wife made the dishop @ neat little curtsey, and gently nid: “Oh, yes, your Grace, I always do—in my own peculiar way,” She danced like this, she danced like that, The bishop looked aghast; He could not see her mazy skirts, They switched around so fast. She tripped it bere. she skipped it there, The bishop's eyes did roll— * God bless me! “tis a pleasant way To elevate the sole!” Witiam Russell Rose, Donnybrook Enjoyment. fessor Nortonis little, F all the worthy gentlemen if any, better off, and who are displeased with the Mr. Schurz is con- 3 policy of the Administration, and say _science-smitten over WLS Yond 80, there is just one that seems to be his responsibility as having good sport. Senator Hoar is an American voter. Lire itself docs not feel very chipper. not enjoying himself; Mr. The only mourncr of us all who fecls that it isa good funeral Lloyd Garrison is, doubtless, is Mr, Godkin, If he is not having fun there isn'tany. On having as much funasitisin every side a pate invites, and the ceascless swish of his cudgel him to have, but that is nota is melodious in its continuosity. Not even Mr. Johnson of great deal. Mr. Moorfield Indiana, who has skinned the Liberator once or twice with Storey is so low-spirited that uncommon heartiness, gets the daily relief and consequent he requires to have alcohol rubbed comfort that must rejoice Mr. Godkin. To work ably at one’s into him through his pores, Pro- fitand chosen job—what pleasure in thelong run can equal that?