Life, 1900-12-06 · page 14 of 20
Life — December 6, 1900 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This *Life* magazine page contains multiple satirical pieces mocking American society and institutions: **"The News of Newport"** ridicules the *New York Times* for sparse reporting about wealthy Newport socialites—the joke being that trivial details about idle rich people deserve exhaustive coverage. **"Not to Blame"** is a brief joke about inheriting poor judgment (a drunk's son becomes a drunk). **"Bluffs That Are Called"** quotes a Chinese viceroy (Chang Ching-Tung) sarcastically exposing American hypocrisy: that International Law only works when nations are equally matched, and that religions spread through military power, not truth. The cartoonist mocks American pretensions to moral authority while nations use "gunboat diplomacy." **The pig cartoon** shows foreigners unable to understand English, suggesting American arrogance about language dominance. **"Cupid's Defense"** is a poem where Cupid defends himself against charges of cruelty in love, claiming his victims keep returning—a lighthearted commentary on romantic folly. The overall tone: satirizing American vanity, imperial power politics, and the absurdities of high society.
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-LIFE- = he News of Newport. Special to the New York Times. Newrort, Nov. 16.—William R. Travers and Joseph Harriman have gone to New York. There is no doubt about the New York Times being an exceptionally good paper, bat occasionally it is terribly exasperating in the omission of important details. Now, in this case, a bare statement of the facts is merely an aggravation. What is the true in- wardness of the movement? Who first suggested going to New York? Was it William R. Travers or Joseph Harriman? Lo whom should credit be given for conceiving the idea? Also, it would be pleasant to know what they had on; and if they ate something before they started. Tho 7imes must be more circumstantial. The American public objects to any slurring of popular idols. Not To Blame. ae B ABBERT is an awful poor judge of whiskey, isn’t he?” - “ Yes, be inherits it. He comes from a long line of drugyists.” Bluffs That Are Called. Ty a book called China’s Only Hope, a wily old Viceroy, of the name of Chang Ching-Tung, writing of our institutions from a Chinese standpoint, most impertinently dares to prick several of our favorite bubbles. For instance : ‘There are many who place the most tmplicit confidence in Internasional Law, but these are as stupid as the individuals who depend on the Dis- farmamen' Soctety for peace. If countries are equally matched, then Internaticral Law {8 enforced; otherwise, te law 1s inoperative, Disarmaneot {8 an international joke, and International Law is a deception. There ts nothing for it but to acek help In ourselves. ‘this is bad enongh, but look at this : Religion 1s propagated by strength; and strength iles in the troo Consequently, 1n countries of no prestige and power the native religto ts not followed. Mobammedanism is unreasonable, but Turkey ts flerce and wartike, so Mohammedanism survives. Buddhism is near the truth, tot India fs stupid and toolish, so Buddhism pertshes. Roman Catholicism and Pro‘estantism have been propagated over three-fifths of the globe by mur ary rower. Thines have come to a pretty pass when a mere heathen dares t» speak right out in meeting like that. He also The Pig: 1 must sav 1’ OLAD I'm JUST AN ORDINARY 1100. GOOD HEAVENS, BILL! THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD OP ENGLISH; WoT'LL WE DO? adds, to show, perhaps, that he has noticed the ‘ spheres of influence ” : Generally speaking, English 1s the language of shopkeepers, French the language of Diplomacy. However, in poker, and one or two other games, guns are trumps. And, at any rate, we can pretend that we didn’t hear him, Authorities. of ERE’S an account of a dispute between two New Yorkers as to which is the most corrupt city in the Union.” “ Well, they ought to know.” Cupid’s Defense. HEY call me a poacher, an outlaw. | [hunt out of season, they say. But I note, just the same, Though I caution my game, That it seldom gets out of my way. They say I am cruel to maidens For planting my shafts in their hearts, That so? Well, it’s strange ‘That they,will get in range, So many fair breasts, of my darts, They ery that my arrows are cruel, Productive of exquisite pain. Then it’s queer, what a lot Of poor hearts, one time shot, Hover ‘round me again and again! Paul West, comicbooks.com