Life, 1904-02-25 · page 7 of 26
Life — February 25, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine (page 183) contains poetry and letters rather than political cartoons. The visual element is a sketch portrait of a woman's profile in the upper left. The content includes: - A poem titled "In Lent" about religious observance and asceticism - A poem by Eric Moore titled "A Letter" addressing moral conduct - Two letters to the editor: one from a physician (T.F. Reed, M.D.) discussing appendicitis surgery, and another sympathizing with the Emperor of Morocco regarding gifts and the Yale diet squad's food restrictions The page is primarily literary and editorial rather than satirical cartooning. The letters touch on medical practices and contemporary news items, but without additional context about the specific date or events referenced, the precise satirical targets remain unclear.
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> ~ oo , € ~ { In Lent. (THE season of sackcloth and ashes Has dawned, and the brightest of eyes, To veil worldly flashes, have lowered their lashes And shut out the blue of the skies ; Camilla, you plot arrant treason, ‘To lessen the light of the day,— You danced through th, season and that is the reason 2 You feel so depressed ats bla You vow that your life shall be simple, And fain toa convent would fare,— A coif and a wimple would set off that dimple, But think of the gowns the nuns wear! Camilla, what foolishness this is! For innocent sins to atone, To forfeit the blisses of bonbons and kisses And dwell, like a hermit, alone. 183 Although you forbid me to follow Your footsteps, if thither they lead, By Phebus Apollo! such conduct is hollow To him who has learned Cupid's creed ; If you go, I shall surely be waiting The calm of the cloisters amid, For you, hesitating, might steal to the grating, To own you were sorry you did. When the days of probution are over And you capture your halo at last, Emerge to discover a dismal-eyed lover, Who breaks just his heart, not his fast ; But, sweet saint, lest you wholly should killa Poor sinner who hopes to repent, And loves you, Camilla, pray try to be stilla Mere maid to a certain extent. Eric Moore. A Letter. DITOR NEW YORK LIFE. Dear Sir; Apropos of the death of Wm. ©, Whitney in the hands of the aurgeons, I want tosay that of all the wit and scathing sarcasm you have employed tn your valuable journal on the tragic subject of appendicitis, you have not said half enough against the cutting craze, In the hands of good physicians (or even conserva. tive old grandmothers with their liberal doses of oll and patient perseverance in poulticing), operations for appendicitis are unnecessary. It might be well to suggest, however, that wealthy men present the surgeons with a liberal check at once, with @ request to be excused from the operation. Sincerely yours, T. E. Red, M. D. MippLerown, Onto, February 3, 1904 Ww. heartily sympathize with the Emperor of Morocco, who gave twenty mule-loads of small silver, worth fifty thousand dollars, to the St. Louis Fair, on condition that President Francis should stop writing letters to him. He does not know where St. Lonis is, and praises Allah that he has no atlas. We also sympathize with the three deserters from the Yale diet squad of soldiers, on whom Dr. Chittenden has been experimenting to find out how much food a man can go without ina given time. The three deserters dis- covered in advance of the Professor what was the limit of their capacity to live on a measured insufficiency of maple-sugar and chicken-feed. Too much of a good thing, or too little of a good thing, are alike abhor- rent to nature. comicbooks.com