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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 65 This page contains two distinct sections: **"The Invincible Armada"** — a poem by William Trumbull celebrating British naval superiority, likely referencing the historic defeat of Spain's Armada. The context suggests this was written during a period of British imperial confidence, possibly late 19th or early 20th century. **"A Quiet Time"** — a humorous domestic sketch where Mrs. Kidder describes her baby's mischievous behavior to Bachelor Brougham, detailing property damage (hair-pulling, furniture destruction, etc.). The accompanying silhouette illustration shows a child creating havoc indoors. **"From Boston"** — political commentary questioning Boston's recent pro-Irish independence stance, criticizing the city for sympathizing with "the wrong side" regarding British tyranny. The cartoons employ satirical humor about child-rearing and mild political critique typical of Life's editorial approach.
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, 65 The Invincible Armada. “ VE aro swinging down the Mersoy, with a martial host on ASBORDERY board, ; : And our souls are fairly longing for tho fray. “ EPISODE - (WAispered) Lyddite ahelis are potsoned weapons ; gunratedeep with them we're stored : We must teach those simple burghers how we slay ! We aro but a single unit of that Empire, whoso bright sun Never sets upon a realm of endless day. (Whispered) Weoutnumber our opponents by a gallant three to one ¢ We must teach those holy Dutchmen how to pray f Father Kruger, Father Kruger, it is timo to say your prayers, Else the God in whom you trust is very clay. (Whtapered) Have you seen the rising market, and our noble Kafr shares? We must teach thove atupld yokele tcho's to pay! Scat! you little Dutch republics. When the British lion roars, It is wisdom’s part to scatter from his way. (Watepered) We are eqging on the niggers to attack those plaguy Hoere ; We must teach (one peasant farmers that's our way! God of woalth! That stolid Kruger emokes his pipo upon his stoop, Says our boasting is but sonsoloss asses’ bray! (Whispered) Watch us hit him! We wlll land him, and his minions, in the soup! We must teach the Boers the Ucssinge of our say! wins Trumbull A Quiet Time. RS. KIDDER (to bachelor brother): How did the baby behave while I have been gone, Fred? Like an angel, I know; the little fellow never makes a bit of trouble. Bacnevor Brorner (slightly sarcastic): Oh, the little angel didn’t do a thing but pull enough hair out of my head and the cat's back to stuff a circus tent, smash my watch, yell for ten minutes on a stretch without pausing to take breath, hang himself through the rungs of the a \ e 4 Paes | rocker, stab a few holes in the sofa with my penknife, swallow . ays my seal ring, stuff a sofa pillow into the coal hod on top of the ait. < cat and ret fire to it, knock down the cuckoo clock, throw the - \ ~ ON THE TRAIL, Nn oe cat through the window, and draw a map of the Transvaal on the surface of the piano witha pin; at least that’s all I can recollect at present. Maud, the next time you leave that little angel in my care, kindly send the coroner around ten minutes after you leave the house. He will find yours truly and the cat peacefully hanging side by side! Tom P. Morgan. From Boston. Whereas, The Common Council of the City of Boston has heard of the magnificent struggle for independ nd freedom from British tyranny which has been made by the Boer natio nitly, and, Whereas, This representative branch of our City that the Boers ought to he a free nation Hexoterd, That this Ce on thelr many succe war will end with « ONT they know at the Hub that English civilization is the best, and that whatever nation or people opposes it is doing a wicked thing ? Don't they know that individual rights, as applied to nations, is an exploded idea? But Boston always has been peculiar. We remember, now, that she got us all into trouble a while ago over some tea, and all from sympathizing*with the wrong side. overnment belleves uger and his people fervently hope the comicbooks.com