Life, 1902-01-09 · page 14 of 20
Life — January 9, 1902 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Nanette" (poem by Theodosia Garrison):** A cynical poem about a woman deceived by a man who gave her emotional crumbs—superficial charm, wit, and contempt—which she mistook for genuine love. The satire targets female romantic delusion. **"Rescued at Last" (editorial cartoon/commentary):** Political satire mocking British military reform efforts under the Salisbury administration. The piece sarcastically celebrates postponing the actual Boer War crisis to focus instead on internal army reorganization. It ridicules British triumphalism—suggesting even the "New York Chamber of Commerce" and "Shanghai Golf and Polo Club" celebrate this "reform," implying the British establishment worldwide celebrates symbolic gestures over real military effectiveness. The image (captioned "The Man She Has Chosen, But He Doesn't Know It") appears to show a silhouetted figure, likely representing Britain or its leadership making poor strategic choices.
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PROSPECTIVE. Nanette. WwW HAT did he give to you, Nanette, This man that you will not forget? His heart? Well, say perchance a bit ‘That soothed you when you needed it; His soul? Well, say a mood wherein He wearied of accustomed sin And made you partner of regret, Nanette. What did he give to you, Nanette, This man that you will not forget? His wit? Well, say perchance a jest That left its poison in your breast ; His brain? Well, say enough to show How much he knew you might not know— Poor butterfly in Wisdom's net, Nanette. What did he give to you, Nanette, This man that you will not forget? ions at a godd ine 2— He poured for you a different wine; Incense that is a goddess’ due?— He gave a certain sort, 'tis true, (The incense of a cigarette, Nanette, He gave his worst to you, Nanette, This man that you will not forget ; A kind contempt, a something less Than tender in his tenderness. Oh, Love was kind your eyes to dim: You thought this dross the gold of him ; Your foolscap seemed a coronet, Nanette. Well, Fate must have its jest, Nanette. The life of you will not forget, And though a man might give his best, His highest and his holiest nd heart, you would not care, And He—I think he laughs somewhere To see your eyes are blinded yet, Nanette. Theodosia Garrison, "LIFE® Rescued at Last. TPE long threatened reform of the British army has at last begun. The Salisbury adminis tration has gritted its teeth; it has started in to let no guilty man escape, and to restore tho glorious prestige of the army. The question of licking the Boers and pacifying South Africa has been indefinitely postponed. Minor matters of that sort must wait ; the work of reforming the army must go on, or of reform- ing as much of it as the Boers have left. The gloom which enshronded England is disap- pearing, for the strenuous voice of reform has been heard in the land, Already her Continental enemies are drawing in their horns; an element of fear has entered their councils; they know too well what a reformed British army means to the mili- tant despotisms of Europe. Tho new King has sternly and piti- lessly sent forth the word, and the members of the great Anglo- Saxon race all round the world, from the New York Chamber of Commerce to the Shanghai Golf and Polo Club, have THE MAN SHE HAS CHOSEN, BUT HE porsN'*r KNEW IT. comicbooks.com