Life, 1901-02-28 · page 3 of 20
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 163 **Main Illustration**: "Marooned" depicts a woman in classical drapery stranded on a beach, watching a boat depart with sailors. The allegorical image suggests abandonment or being left behind. **"The Gourmet of the Table D'Hôte"**: A satirical poem about a well-dressed man dining at a fixed-price restaurant. The piece mocks pretentious dining culture—his refined tastes clash with cheap fare (chicken soup, suburban goat). The accompanying caricature shows a snobbish gentleman, likely ridiculing affectation among middle-class diners who adopt aristocratic airs while eating modest food. **"Quite Another Matter"**: A brief comic dialogue between Aarons and Jacob about Finkelstein, with an ethnic joke about financial irresponsibility and jury duty. The page targets class pretension and ethnic stereotypes typical of early 20th-century American satire.
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The Gourmet of the Table D'Héte. (7 HEN the Res An- guste make you dine For fifty cents includ- ing wine, Rail not at Fortune, curse not Fate. Let Laughter on Di- gestion wait. Assist. your appetite and note The gourmet of the table d'hote. MAROONED. His haughty vis Miss Brown, Model at Itsky’s, 7 Down Town, By day in Itsky’s cloaks arrayed, But only for the wholesale trade, Out-Gibson’s all Live's girls, (I quote ‘The gourmet of the table d’hote.) She thinks him ‘elegint,” refined ; Ilis charms of feature, form and mind Make all the other down-town gents Like mutilated thirty cents. To make him President she'd vote— ‘The gourmet of the table d'hote. From old Chianti’s chicken soup That never knew contents of coop, ‘To ‘demytass o' caffynore,”” That glass o' wine is very fair— ‘That is, for plain Vang Ordinair.” He feels the joys that Omar wrote, ‘The gourmet of the table d'héte. God bless you, though, dear little ead, You made me laugh when I was sad— ° ° ° ° Quaint gourmet of the table d’héte. Witton Lackaye, Quite Another Matter. JA AEONS : Did you hear dot latest abound Finkelstein? Jacons: No. Vat vas it? “Vy, he gave twendy-five tousand dollars last Friday to dot leedle poy vat vas run over mit dem sthreet cars.” “Is Finkelstein gone grazy already? Vot ails him dot he do such a ding?” “Oh, he vag on der jury.” Items: a full dress satin tie, A polished shirt, a silker high, A heavily-embroidered vest (It’s sweller if it's double-breast), A just-marked-down Tuxedo coat, The gourmet of the table d’héte. He goes the limit, often more, With gusto of suburban goat, ‘The gourmet of the table d’héte. He sights and sniffs Chianti’s ink, Then smacks his lips and says, ‘I think