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# Political Satire on Cuba and U.S. Intervention This page contains satirical commentary on American involvement in Cuba. The main article criticizes U.S. plans to take control of Cuba from Spain, arguing the government is acting from self-interest rather than noble motives. The author sarcastically lists upcoming American administrators (Estrada Palma, Mike Daly, R.A.C. Smith) who will govern the island. "The Charge of the Hundred and Fifty" is a satirical poem mocking the Board of Health's plan to send 150 physicians to Cuba for vaccinations—depicted as militaristic and grandiose ("Like the Argonaut crew in search for Gold Fleece"). The illustration shows a figure offering comfort to someone in distress, accompanying "Life's Anecdote Contest" with humorous domestic vignettes. The overall tone expresses skepticism about American imperial intentions in Cuba.

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‘iLTFE- Cuba and U. S. ovr straightforward Gov- ernment is about to transfer the Island of Cuba (minus a few naval stations, forts and fibtue tho right to make == _ trade treaties) to the natives whom we saved from Spanish rule. We have spent three and one-half years teaching them probity and honesty in public office, although the Neely-Rathbone case of steal- ing some two hundred thousand dollars from the postal funds is not yet adjudicated, and we are evacuating the is- land, there being about five thousand four hundred troops there now against five thousand and eleven some months ago; tnd presently there will not be an American left to tell the tale of Intervention, except those who are at the heads of departments, commanding the forts, naval bases and cruising ships of war, and those who are building sewers, roadways, dredging harbors, running electric-light plants, street railways, ice factories, sugar plantations, and, along with Germans and English, cultivating tobacco fields. We said we would free her, and that we had no motive except kind-heartedness in doing it, and we are going to keep our word; and if Mr. Estrada Palma, of Central Valley, N. Y., will not go down and be President, we'll find some one else who is a Cuban patriot—Mike Dady or R. A.C. Smith (who has no country), for example— who will take the job if General Wood ever lets go. The United States Supreme Court holds that Cuba is foreign ter- ritory, so we are passing railway laws for her two weeks before her Congress meets to demonstrate the fact that we have not any interest in her beyond a sentimental one, and to give the world evidence in our belief that the govern- ment she will set up will be, through our three and one-half years’ instruction, capabie, efficient, honest and durable. The Charge of the Hundred and Fifty. (** Ove handred and Ofty physicians were sent by the Board of Health to dos house-to-house vaccination," — Boston Daily Paper ) sailed to South Boston one fifty in all, Like the Argonaut crew in the search for Gold Fleece, z 3 to our call, ting their arms—at a dollar apiece. (Though we're lacking in science, at least we are thrifty), We're the solid and stolid one hundred and fifty. With a virulent virus we tattoo the skin, As our forefathers did, running naked and wild, That the devils of evil should never get in To gnaw at the bones of ms ‘To fight all these spirits there's nothing so shifty As the fetiches feared of the hundred and fifty. n, Woman and chil \ good, healthy body's a menace to us, But we'll undermine it by chicane and stealth, And the might of the law shall prevent any fuss, For wins Id Board of Health— Our impudence often scems rugged and elit, t modest indeed the one hundred and fifty. g are ways of the Now onward we go, nor count it disgrace Vanumbered bacilli to carry in bags, Sutticient to send them to far-away place Where there's weeping and wailing and chewing of rags — Though the rains are descending or snows become drifty— It's a matter of bread for the hundred and fifty. $o we sailed to South Boston one fifty in all, Like the Argonaut crew in the search for the Flecce, Her citizens rising like slaves to our call, Presenting their arms—at a dollar apiece. (If we're g in science, at least we are thrifty), And that is the charge of the hundred and fifty. Bostox, February, 1902, Guillaume Desmoutins, Life’s Anecdote Contest. NOTICE TO CONTESTANTS: Announcement of the prize winners whl be made in a few reeks. The number of anecdotes received has necessarily caused some delay. Nempen 51. Lady Blessington's was one of the houses at which the ex-Emperor+ then Prince Louls Napoleon, was most frequently received during his first residence {a England; and on bis being elected President, sho expected to be received at the Elysée Bourbon. Eager ashe always was to acknowledge obligations of the kind, he could not venture on such a step; but, one day, meeting her in the Bois, he stopped to salute her and unluckily put the common question: “How long does your ladysblp propose to remain in Parts?" And you, Sire?" was the ready retort; the point of which he remained long enough to blunt.—From Biographical and Critical Ewsays, New Series, By A. Hayward, Esq.,Q.C. Longmans, Green and Company, London, 1873, Nempen 52. In a cottage visit this morning, ® young woman told us that her father was nearly converted, and that a little more teaching would complete the basiness, adding, “He quite belleves that he 1s lost, which, of course, 18 & great consolation to the old man."—From Memories of Old Friends. From the Journats of Caroline Fox. Lip- pincott, 1882, Nemuen 53. Many years ago, we are told, before the days of raliways, & nobleman and bis lads, with thelr infant child, were travellug Ia the depth of winter across Salisbury Plain, A snowstorm overtook them ; thelr child became tI! from the cold, and they were forced to take refage in a lone shepheri s Mr. Giraffe (Vo his flancé); come’ si CLOSER TO ME, DARLING ! “LCAN'T, DEAREST. I WANT TO REST MY MEAD ON YOUR suovLDER."* comicbooks.com