Life, 1902-03-13 · page 3 of 20
Life — March 13, 1902 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Page 205: "Life" Magazine Satire This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **"A Winter Message"** (top): A poem by Zoey J. Miller addressing impoverished city dwellers, offering spiritual comfort ("Shine, Love!") rather than material aid—likely mocking wealthy philanthropists' patronizing approach to poverty. **Main Cartoon** (center): Depicts an employer firing a worker ("Miss Kents"), claiming his wife doesn't approve. The satire targets employer hypocrisy and arbitrary dismissals dressed in false courtesy. **"A Choice"** and **"No Criterion"** (bottom): Two brief exchanges mocking political discourse. The first questions whether Patrick Henry would accept Cuba; the second ridicules evaluating someone's intelligence based on theatrical ability—likely commentary on superficial political judgment. The illustrations are credited to Al Frueh. Overall, the page satirizes class relations, employment practices, and political superficiality.
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A Winter Message. Aes 8 waste of city yards, A naked tree or two, From out my dim-lit study, sweet, Fly thoughts unknown to you. They sail above the busy crowd, Untouched by smoke and gloom, To anchor at the window bright Of your flower-curtained room. Brave thoughts! they fly, nor fear to sail Without a map or chart ; They seek a haven, long desired, ‘The harbor of your heart. I pray & welcome for them, sped Across the wind-swept track; Shine, Love! a beacon in their path, Nor send them drifting back. While in your heart secure they lie, Let heavens frown or shine, If from that port sailthoughts of - yours, To ride the waves with mine. Lucy J. Mister, rom: Congratulations, Jack, old boy! I hear that you aro engaged to one of the pretty Ryder twins, How do you ever tell them apart? Jack : I don't try to! The Employer : 1 ReORET HAVING TO LET YOU GO, MI89 KEYS, BUT MY WIPE DOESN'T EEX ‘TO LIKE YOU, AND—ER—YOU SEE, J—ER—CAN‘T DISCHARGE MY WIFE. A Choice. No Criterion. “T WONDER what Patrick Henry MANAGER : Is ho intelligent would say if he lived in Cuba enough to take the part? to-day.” Assistant: Why, he is intelligent “Oh, ‘Give me Liberty or give me enough to havo written the play. “AND SOME HAVE OREATNESS THRUST UPON Annexation !’"” “That's no sign.” owen.” comicbooks.com