Life, 1899-10-05 · page 14 of 20
Life — October 5, 1899 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**The Images:** Two theatrical photographs show actresses in costume—one labeled Maude Adams as "Othello" (appearing in masculine dress with turban and curved sword) and Jefferson D'Angelis as "Madame Sans Gene" (in period gown). These likely reference contemporary stage productions from the early 1900s. **The Text:** Two separate comic anecdotes follow: 1. **"He Found It"** jokes about husbands' incompetence at locating things, with a punchline where a wife finally caught her husband finding something—money hidden in her wardrobe—but dismisses it as an unfair test. 2. **"His Vacation"** satirizes marital infidelity: a man brings a mysterious veiled woman home, introducing her to his wife as "Henry" (his male companion). The wife's shocked reaction suggests the husband is either playing a cruel joke or there's an implication of impropriety. The satire reflects period attitudes about marriage dynamics, gender roles, and domestic deception as comic material.
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Mande Adams as “Othello.” He Found It. 7 TID you ever know your husband to ficd anything where you told him to look for it?” said Mrs. Dimp' ton to Mrs. Witherby. “Never but once,” said Mrs, With. erby; ‘but [ don’t consider it was a fair trial.” “Ob, do tell me.” “LT told him to look in one of my pockets in my wardrobe for a smei Jefferson D' Angels as Madame Sans Gene.” bottle that was wrapped up in abuadred- dollar bill papa had given me for my birthday, and be found it in three minutes.” His Vacation. T the close of a late summer day a tired-looking man, who nevertheless bore upon his face un expression of hope- ful satistacti and accompanied by & heavily - veiled, middle-aged woman, mounted the steps of a neat-looking villa the outskirts of the town, and ushering his companion into the drawing-room, bade her be seated while he went upstairs to acquaiut bis wife with the advent of such an unexpected visitor, “My dear,” hesatd, quietly, as he entered the room where she sat, the partner of all his joys and sorrows, “Henry bas come.” With a hysterical shriek his wife sprang from ber chair and regarded him with o fixed look of distrust and amazement. “What do you mean?” abocried. “Henry, my dear Henry! Impossible!” Her husband's faco took on a haif-cynical Ccomicbooks.com