Life, 1903-03-19 · page 9 of 22
Life — March 19, 1903 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page features a sculptural monument with labeled arms extending outward, captioned as "SUGGESTION FOR A MONUMENT WHICH MIGHT BE PRESENTED TO OUR TRANSATLANTIC FRIEND." The monument appears to be a satirical jab at a foreign power (likely Britain, given "transatlantic friend"). The extending arms are labeled with terms including "MONROE" and what appears to be references to doctrine or policy positions. The accompanying text discusses the Snake Club members hiding in underground places, with dialogue about searching for culprits. The satire likely critiques British foreign policy or diplomatic overreach regarding American interests—possibly referencing the Monroe Doctrine or trade disputes. The sculptural form mockingly suggests erecting a monument to commemorate a contentious international relationship. Without clearer visibility of all labels, the specific political grievance remains partially unclear.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
SUGGESTION POR A MONUMENT WHICH MIGNT RF PRESENTED TO OUR TRANSATLANTIC PRIEND. my head outside the door fora moment, I'll promise not to run away, and—I'll give you my boa.” “I will,” said Cleopatra, “if we can get a chance when no one is looking, and if you'll give me the boa first.” Alice agreed, and watching an opportunity they managed to open the door unseen, far enough for Alice to put her head out, while Cleopatra held tightly to her skirts. “Police!!!” shouted Alice, and a burly blue-coated policeman, who was passing, came bursting in at the door. Such a panic as ensued ! “It's St. Patrick!’ cried Elsie Venner. man we fear, Run—all run!" Ina trice all the members of the Snake Club had con- cealed themselves in subterranean hiding places, which the policeman found himself unable to discover. “Who are they, Miss?”’ he asked. ‘‘ Was they hurtin’ you?” “He's the only “No,” said Alice, “it’s all right; I only want you to take me away from here, and help me find my way home.” “Yes, Miss,’’ said the policeman,who, though he was not St. Patrick, had been celebrating the memory of the Saint. “Yes, Miss,—yes, Miss.’” They soon found their way to Alice’s house, but the girl shivered, for the blustering March wind was chill, and she had no boa to wrap round her throat. Farolyn Wellx, A Queer Country. * LAPLAND is a strange and remarkable country,’’ said the eminent explorer. ‘The customs of the people are so odd, especially during the season of court- ship.” ‘How is that?” we ask. “At that time, every girl sits upon her own Lapp.”’ comicbooks.com