Life, 1900-03-01 · page 9 of 20
Life — March 1, 1900 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 169 This page contains satirical commentary on the Boer War (dated January 27, 1900, based on visible text). The large political cartoon depicts a massive dark figure—likely representing British military/imperial authority—striding across a landscape marked "South Side of the Tugela River," trampling smaller figures and signs representing Boer forces or resistance. The accompanying text includes a letter attributed to "Huller" expressing regret about postponing dinner due to campaign demands, satirizing how the war disrupted civilian life. Below are lighter pieces: "Seasonable" mocks March weather unpredictability, and "Growing Cordiality" presents humorous dialogue between characters discussing social visits and wine, offering comic relief from heavier war commentary. The overall effect critiques both the war's scope and its intrusion into everyday American life.
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SOUTH Sipe ov TUR TvaRLA, January 27, 1900. My Dear Kuvoen: I regret exceedingly that 1 shall be obilged, by »ome very Important engagements, to postpone our Iitue dinner for a short time. Very truly yours, = BULLER. P. 8,—We retreated across the river this morning without the loss of & man or & pound of stores, which to my mind ts one of the signal trlumphs of the campaign, Seasonable. IGNS aro swinging, shutters creaking, From the dust there's no defenco— Women’s skirts fly taut as wind-sails, Ankles aro in evidence. Midst tho riff-raff of the gutters, Derby bats aro playing hoop— Madded men are chasing after With a yoll, and dodge, and swoop. Now at sixes and at sevens Is the trusted weather-vane; North, south, east, it spins demented, West it veers, thon back again. Something's queer about the weather, Lot's consult the almanac— By the power of winds and cyclones, March, that beastly month, is back! Anna B. Growing Cordiality. M ESHECK: You must come up to my place some evening and try one of my cigars. Yawnen: Thanks, but I don’t smoke, “Well, come up on Thursday and have a glass of wine with me.” . ‘Thanks, I never drink.” “Himmel! Then come up and see me every evening.” AY East Indian prince, on his first visit to this country, suffered so continuously from cold that he contracted pneumonia and died, He was cremated, and, after being some ten minutes in the crematory, an attendant opened a small slide in the side of the furnace to note the result. The prince was sitting bolt upright on the slab, and shouted, ut that door!!" HE AMERICAN ; You have no ideaof the immense wealth of this country until you've traveled over it. Tue Fonreionen: Ob, yes, I have. I've lived in Europe.