Life, 1899-05-11 · page 12 of 20
Life — May 11, 1899 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 404 This page contains two distinct pieces of satire: **"While There's Golf There's Hope"** (top): A poem mocking a golfer's obsession with the sport. An angel figure offers escape from golf's torments, but the speaker ultimately resolves to "learn to play the game"—satirizing how people become enslaved to recreational pursuits despite acknowledging their futility and frustration. **"Cause and Effect"** (bottom): A brief comic dialogue where Jack proposed to Miss Gadsby cheaply, yet she accepted. The joke: women are portrayed as mercenary—she's a "bargain chaser" willing to marry for minimal effort or expense. This reflects period gender stereotypes about women's materialism. **"The Hunters"** (right illustration): Shows a bear treed by hunters, captioned "How Very Fortunate It Isn't a Snake"—likely satirizing hunters' poor marksmanship or decision-making.
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“LIFE While There’s Golf There’s Hope. ERE, Johnson, take away my driver— I play at golf no more. Here's clock and niblick and brassio; Just throw them out of the door, Or snoot them through the window, I caro not, so they go. Till taste tho sweets of free- dom— No more of golf Pil know. Now, full within my vision, Tho links spreads to my view; I feel onco moro tho fover I felt when going through ; The curses low and muttered IL uttered, half insane; ‘The bunkers reuring skyward ; The strokes I made in vain. A slavo no more, thank Heaven! To this blind slavery. Come, iron resolution, And help to strengthen mo! From thralidom such as this is Triso regenerate, No more I'll do the cight- con holes In four times eighty-eight. Farewell, thou gamo so flendish ! No moro stall I be seen An {diot in eztremis, Defacing all thy green! Till stay at home and study For weeks, and hido my shame, And thon—who knows?—why, maybe, Cause and Effect. T'll learn to play the game! M AY: Jac said he feltcheap Tum, Alassorc when he proposed to Miss — Gadsby. Jxss: So that’s the reason she secepted him! I always knew she was a bargain chaser. The Hunter: HOW VERY FORTUNATE IT ISN'T A SNAKE,