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This is a **literary and humor page** from *Life* magazine, not primarily political satire. It contains: 1. **"A Ballade of a Mirror of Louis Quinze"** — A poem about an ornate 18th-century French mirror, reflecting on vanity and courtship among French aristocracy. It's a nostalgic, literary piece rather than topical satire. 2. **"Mascagni at Rehearsal"** — An anecdote about composer Pietro Mascagni conducting his opera "Iris" (1898), losing patience with an incompetent singer, and sarcastically telling him to "try singing it on the key" — a joke about the performer's poor musicianship. 3. **Two brief humorous stories**: one about a stuttering cowboy's crude pickup line, another about a clergyman confused by naming a girl "Shady Bower." The page is **primarily literary entertainment and light humor**, not political commentary. The advertisements below (Wilson Whiskey, Hunter Rye) are typical period ads. This represents *Life*'s early focus as a sophisticated, humor-oriented publication for educated readers rather than hard-hitting satire.

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A BALLADE OF A MIRROR OF LOUIS QUINZE. Some laughing maid of honor here Has set a rebel ringlet right, To whisper with a sonneteer, Or kiss a pretty page good night: And e’en a merry prelate might Have lingered on the stair, alas! To trifle with her curls in quite The spirit of the looking glass, Or grandam bound her borrowed locks And put the sorry years to fight With perfume and with powder box, And deftly In the candle light Touched withered cheeks with pink and white And played the old eternal farce, Too faithful to that cruel sprite The spirit of the looking glass. Here in the growing dawn, perchance, Ere some red August sun grew bright, Has stood a smiling lord of France, And smoothed his dainty frills despite The summons to the Infinite That thunder’d from the bloody “Place,”” When life was all too short to slight The spirit of the looking glass. Mirror, mine Idle rhyme requite— Can ever mortal love su; Bethink you, in my lady's sight The spirit of the looking glass? Pall Malt Gazette. pass, MASCAGNI AT REHEARSAL. During the last dress rebearsal at the Metro- politan Opera House at Mascagni's Japanese opera, “Iris,” which was produced last autumn for tbe first time in America, Mascagni, who was conduct- ing the orchestra, was greatly annoyed by the In- effective performance of one of the singe particular scene. The passage was a very intense one—a love scene between the chief reprobate and the heroine. Do not move so timidly! stand further to the right! play with more vigor! more color! more variety!" shouted the composer above the surge of the music. The unfortunate actor, thoroughly discom- forted, went from bad to worse In his Impersona- tlon, and now was singing almost continually out of tune. The exasperated composer could stand it no longer. He stopped the orchestra and beckoned the singer down to the footlights. “Since all other methods for making the passage effective seem to have failed,” he remarked sarcastically, in bis most scrupulous Italian, “sup- pose you try singing it on the key?"—Harper’s Weekly, A RECENT book, "The Log of a Cowboy,” con- tains this characteristic Far-Western story, told by ow-punchers" about the camp-fire: "I wa dance once in Live Oak County, and there was a rough, stuttering fellow there by the name of Lem Todbunter. The girls, It seems, didn’t care to dance with him, and pretended they couldn't understand him. He had asked every girl at the party, and received the same answer from each— they couldn't understand him, ‘W-w-w-ell, §-6-6-B0 to bell, then. C-c-c-can y-y-you understand that?” be sald to the last girl, and her brother threatened to mangle him horribly if he didn’t apologize, to which he finally agreed. He went back into the ouse and said to the girl: ‘Y-y-you n-u-n-needn't +B-R-RO to hell; y-y-your b-b-b-brother and I have m-m-made other ‘r-r-r-rangements.’ "—argo- naut, A NCHAMSHIRE clergyman, in baptizing a baby, paused In the midst of the service to inquire the name of the infant, to which the mother, with a profound courtesy, replied: “Shady, sir, if you please.” Shady!" replied the minister. boy and you mean Shadrach, eb?” No, please your reverence, it's a girl." "And pray,” asked the Inquisitive pastor, “how pened you to call the child by such a strange “Then it's a “Why, sir." responded the wom: know, our name is Bower, and my husband said how be should like her to be called Shady, bec hady Bower sounds so pretty! “if you must Jounx Cremens, who is 97 years old, says that work Js the greatest promoter of long life. He ts still hale and hearty, and looks back over a life well sprinkled with misfortunes with satisfaction and contentment He lives in the south end of St. Louis, near where his former home was before the cyclone tore it down. He still works, and says he hopes to work for a good many years more. His rules for long life are simple, and as explained by him are as fol- lows Work is the key to a long life. Work ts tural exercise Work creates a natural appetite. Work brings restful sleep. Work fortifies against disease. Work brings happiness and prosperity. Eat with moderation, Eat whenever you are hungry, Eat wholesome food. Eat seasonable vegetables. Drink whatever you wish, moderately. Never drink to excess. Avoid excitement and late hours. Use but not in cigarettes.— Chicago Tribune. THE EDITOR PROTESTS. “A gentleman should always treat a lady in a gentlemanly manner. But this Is not the kind of treatment the editor's wife received last’ Mond evening at the hands of the dentist who is here for a short tine. While suffering with a severe tooth che she went to him to have the tooth extracted and he refused to do it simply to spite us on ac- count of a little trouble regarding some Jobwork during the time of the Kaw River flood. Had it been our tooth which was doing the acbing and he refused to pull it, the matter would be different: but to make some one else suffer on our account was anything bat a gentlemanly sct on hie part."— Carbondale Carbondatian. Tux latest mot of the President's daughter, whose clever speeches are told everywhere, bas “created much amusement among her friends. Ata recent luncheon a young daughter of a former Cabi- net oMcer who bas lived abroad told of an Italian cabman whom she had met in ber travels who boasted that he had been married twenty-five years and that bis wife had borne him twenty children in that time. Without hesitation Miss Alice said, “How father would love that man."—San Francisco Wasp. ERYONE admitted that Mrs. Thomson was an excellent disciplinarian. She was a widow with three boys, whom she had brought up to obedience and truthfulness, If not to joy. “Children, I have something to tell you,” she announced one Sunday, on the return of the family from church, “On Thursday afternoon I shall marry Doctor Lane, whom you all know and re- spect.” There was a solemn pause, ended by the oldest boy. “Mother,” he asked, “When are you going to tell Doctor Lane? —Youth’s Companion. Live 48 for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain, The Company, Bream’s Ballding, Chancery Lane, London, E.C., England, AGENTS. WILSON WHISKEY. That’s All! THE WILSON DISTILLING CO. Baltimore, Ma. Established 1823. Mernational News Age matures, ripen: quality of Hunter Baltimore Rye WM, LANAIAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. | Time’s Fruitage enriches | and purifies, hence the superb “Defender of the Rails—The New York Central.’”’—Urica Herald. comicbooks.com