Life, 1903-04-09 · page 9 of 22
Life — April 9, 1903 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 325 The page contains three distinct pieces: **"Misunderstanding" cartoon (top):** A waiter mishears an order, confusing "What brew is that, waiter?" with "Doss, sir, is he brew"—a pun on servant/beverage confusion typical of early 20th-century humor. **"As Deer" poem (left):** A narrative about deer hunting in the Adirondacks, with editor's note praising the piece's "clean and bright and happy manner." This appears to be reader-submitted content. **"Heartless" illustration (right):** Shows a woman by water with cherubs/cupids, accompanying a poem about unrequited love. The poem critiques a heartless woman who rejects Cupid's arrows—typical sentimental Victorian-era romantic verse. The page reflects Life's mix of satire, reader submissions, and romantic illustration common to early American humor magazines.
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As Deer. N the Adirondacks, one dark day, ‘Two men are shot for deer, and so, (None knew their names) the coroner, A facile man, as such men go, Held quest, and wrote the strangers down As John Doe and ard Ie “Te epIToR OF LiFe Dear Sir; Wil you let me thank you for the clean and bright and happy manner in which you have treated the festival of St. Patrick's Day? 11s so different—although one would ex- pect it to be different If treated at all by Lire—it ts 80 very diferent from the unsightly and vul- gar way in which 80 many contemporary papers will treat {t that as an Irlahman [am anxtous to express my thanks to you, Many Irishmen, you may be sure, whether they express thelr thanks or not, will be grateful to you for your apprecia- tion of their sentiments regarding St. Patrick's Day, Yours truly, P. A. Moynahan, Vice NDIANS of the South Pacific are addicted to the curtons vice of drinking kerosene.—/tem of News. The Devil's arts are being turned against him pretty often these days. Obviously, heathen who drink kero- sene are working out their own salva- tion. The great pity is that the Whiskey Trust is not likewise dominated by heavy contributors to foreign missions, A MISUNOERSTANDING. “ WHAT BREW 18 THAT, WaITER?"* “pot, sim, 18 HE BREW." GHE was not quite what one would call A beauty, save in jest : She was and tall, Her bones too manifest. Yet in her manner she was coy— Decoy, I ought to say, And ogled every man or boy In a coquettish way. too angular beerge Meter Britt Heartless. It happened once she lingered by A wall where Cupid hid, And sought to snare him with asiy Wink of one wrinkled lid. Love took one glance, then bent his bow And sped a sudden dart : It struck, it stuck, but could not go To penetrate her heart. A wasted arrow then he saw Where rib meet, and ribbon And smiled to see her deftly draw And drop it at her feet. “ Heartless!" he cried. Alas, how true! She was all bones and skin! It must be mortifying to Be frivolous—and thin, Feliz Carmen, comicbooks.com