Life, 1899-07-13 · page 9 of 20
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 29 **"A Sudden Change"** (top left): A humorous four-panel comic strip showing a man's reaction to discovering how much a mountain resort building has deteriorated since he last visited. The joke: he flirts successfully with a woman until realizing the building's decay—suggesting his renewed interest depends on finding an impressive location, not genuine attraction. **Large photograph** (center-right): Shows two figures relaxing outdoors. The caption references "Miss Bunker" and "Mr. Putter," indicating this depicts real people from what appears to be a golf or leisure society story. **Two poems below**: "The Scorcher" and "Aweighting a Reply" are light verse jokes about transportation (scorching/speeding) and social awkwardness, typical of Life's satirical humor. The page represents Life's mix of visual humor and social commentary.
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A Sudden Change. ee] T is wonderful,” said thenewly- arrived guest at the mountain resort, ‘how time makes such havoc.” * Of what were you thinking, sir?” pleasant!y inquired the proprietor. “T was thinking,” said the guest, “‘what a magoificent building this was in thecircular I saw before leav- fog the city six hours ago, and how it has changed since then.” PRED 18 A GRRAT FLIRT AND NEVE! A PRETTY FACE THERE WERE NO CADDIES TO BE HAD THAT DAY, 80 MISS BUNKER—WHO KNOWS THR COURSE, BUT DOFAN'T PLAY OFFERED TO GO AROUND THE LINKS WITH MR. PUTTER, WHO IS AN ENTHUSIAST. THEY BOTH SAID HE PUT UP A FINE GAME, AND CAME OUT 'WAY ALIEAD OF ANY PREVIOUS SCORES. The Scorcher. Aweighting a Reply. E scorched along the boulevard ; WO questions are, who pays tho froight He scorched across the hill; When Mac makes trips in royal steight, Ho scorched into a cable car; A thing he's dono quito oft of leight, Wo think he’s scorching still, And are these junkets on the streight ?