Life, 1900-08-02 · page 3 of 20
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 83 **Main Cartoon ("He Bore It Out"):** A man in a top hat confronts another man while a small child stands nearby. The caption suggests the child is the speaker's son, and the man in the hat claims ignorance about the boy's parentage—a joke about paternity or legitimacy. **"Life's Guide to Voters":** Two brief voting recommendations: McKinley for War/Taxation/Trusts, and Bryan for Constitution/Peace/Populism. This references the 1896 or 1900 presidential election between Republican William McKinley and Democrat William Jennings Bryan. **Remaining Items:** Brief humorous exchanges about an unsuccessful critic ("Sourgall"), poetry editors, and a snail—typical satirical filler content. The page mixes political commentary with general humor typical of Life magazine's format.
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Tet Sotlorata, HE BORE IT OUT. Noda (proudly): 1 TELL YOU, OLD MAN, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THERE IS IN THAT BOY OP MINE. “ou, Yea, THAVEL [HAVE #EEN HIM E, Life’s Guide to Voters. Por War, Teddy, Taxa- Por the Constitution, tion and Trusts, vote Peace, Panic and Popnu- for William McKinley. lism, vote for W. J. Bryan. R. KIPLING seems to be in accord with Mr. Julian Ralph about the amateurishness of the average British army officer. His new war stories convey with great vigor sentiments very like those which Mr. Ralph has expressed in some of his letters, ‘The idea is that war is business, and that the training w qualifies men to play polo, hunt and look pretty does not incidentally tum them into finished soldiers. One of the pities about this world is that so much conscious labor has to go to the acquisition of the desirable things, including knowledge. The kindergarten scheme for becom- ing wise and strong and learned, without suspecting that you are at work, is ever so much pretti His Fate. ENNER: What has become of Sourgall, the critic? AvuTHOR: He wrote a book and was found out. Legion. GPLICER. : I should think you would get tired of writing poetry, when it is read by so few people. Quivpiace: Few! Old man, yon little realize how many editors there are in this country. Papa Bug: sax, Masi, WASN'T THAT YOUNG MR. SNAIL GONE YET? Miss Bug; way, Yz8, PAPA, HE STARTED THREE NOUNS AGO.