Life, 1904-08-04 · page 26 of 36
Life — August 4, 1904 — page 26: what you’re looking at
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This page contains primarily **text and advertisements** rather than political cartoons. The main content includes: 1. **"Goin' Fishing"** — a sentimental poem (credited to I. M. Lewis, Houston Post) about a boy who's completed his farm chores and wants permission to go fishing. It's nostalgic Americana, not satire. 2. **"Married"** section — a humorous excerpt from a Kansas newspaper's wedding announcement, notable for its exhaustive listing of mundane gifts (cow, chairs, toothpick holder). The satire lies in the contrast between flowery wedding language and the extremely practical, unglamorous presents. 3. **Referenced humor about "Pigg" family** — a snippet from a Kentucky newspaper where the name "Pigg" appears repeatedly, creating unintentional comedy. 4. **Advertisements** — for Wilson Whiskey, Hunter Baltimore Rye, and Milo Egyptian Cigarettes occupy the lower half. The page isn't primarily satirical commentary on politics or current events, but rather showcases small-town newspaper oddities and everyday humor—typical of Life's feature content from this era.
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‘ GOIN’ FISHING. If you're waking in the mornin mother, dear, Peanuts Fink and Spider will be here, And we know where the fishes swim and where the call me early, For Brown and Bricktop shade is cool, And where's a dandy diving place beside the swim- ming pool, I've brung the kindlings in, mother, you wanted me to chop; I've filled the woodbox till the wood is spilling o'er the top; I've curried all the horses as my father bade me do; Iked the cows, and stopped the pigs, and fed the chickens, too. T've weeded out the onion bed and banked the celery, And T've transplanted cabbage plants and propped the apple tree, And 1 have salted all the sheep and fixed the chicken coop, And run all the errands, mother, till I felt my spirits droop. ‘ou're waking early, call me early, mother, I know where the graylings play and where the pools are clear, And I've dug all the worms [ want and cut an alder pole, And corks will bob to-morrow morn in that old fishin’ hole. I. M. Lewis, Houston Post. MARRIEO, The following graphic account of & weddir which took place recently in a town in Kansas is given in the local paper: Married—At_ the home of the bride's parents. three and one-half miles west of Altamont, Mr. ant Mrs. George R. Greer, their only daughter, Miss Pearl, to C. C. Carson, of Wilsonton, Kan., on Wednesday, at 6 o'clock p. m., by Rev. Rulbson, of Mound Valley, at carly candlelight, while the wed ding march was being played by Miss Edith Olson, of Angola, the groom, a fine and well-behaved young IF | COULD ONLX RUN ACROSS A NICE FAT MILLINER.” man, dressed in a blue-black, all-wool suit, and the bride, a lady loved and respected by all, dressed in light-blue cashmere trimmed in white, marched down stairs from single life into married blessedness. After the ceremony a bounteous supper was served. They will reside on their farm, near Timber Hill, in the oil and gas region. Her many friends lose a very dear girl, but our loss is Charlie's gain. Among the presents were the following: Mr. and Mrs. George Greer, a cow and a set of chairs; Julius Johnson, china teapot; Mr. and Mrs. George Hoke, pair of ndpa Greer, wash-bowl and pitcher; Grasd ma Wilson, a handkerchief; Samuel Greer, big tock, ing-chair; Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Johnson, mush set, Charlie and Frank Johnson, mustard dish; Mr, asf Mrs, Tratchell, lovely fruit picture; Mr. and Meg. Wilson Hunt, rug; Wintress Johnson, toothpick hold er.—Harper's Weekly. The Winchester (Ky.) Democrat's society colama css. tains interesting intelligence concerning a distinguished family : $ “LG. Pigg and wife visited near Mount Sterling Satas. day and Sunday, “John Pigg and family visited relatives at Rabbittows last Saturday and Sunday. “Cora, little daughter of Tighlman Pigc, has been suffering with a stone bruise on her foot “Mr. Lewis Pigg and family are visiting in Montgomery County this week.” “Tue late queen of love and beauty of the Joplin (Me) carnival has acted within her rights and privileges," é clares The Chicago Evening Post, "in bringing a suit fer damages against the maid of honor who blacked her eyes during that gala period in an animated dispute touckisg certain matters of court etiquette, We admit that we are not perfectly conversant with the customary conduct of queens and maids of honor in countries other than our ove, but we are quite sure that hereabout the eyes of a queea el love and beauty are inviolate and may not be blacked by asy woman who pretends to occupy the position of a pertec lady. Of course these matters area part of states’ righs, and we cannot answer for the prevailing rule in Missouri; still we are pretty sure that a queen in Joplin is entitled t» every consideration, and that her person must be respected by her court attendants, In any event we think this offeed- ing maid is getting off with small punishment. What dees she think would have happened in King Arthur's day if he lily maid of Astolat had swiped Guenevere across the face?” He: gaged? Sue: At what time in a girl's life should she be e Just before she is married.— Yonkers Statermas. Live is for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain, The International Company, Bream’s Building, Chancery Lane, London, F. C., Engla WILSON WHISKEY That’s All! The Best Way What do we know without trial? Hunter The Perfect Whiskey has stood every test. good and bad, trial is the test and taste the umpire. Baltimore Rye Between Sold at all first-class cafes and by jobbers. se tw a O9 Copyright, 1903, Lire $1.00 postpaid LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY “But They Always Break” WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. At your club oF dealer's The Egyptian Cigarette of Quality AROMATIC DELICACY— MILDNESS— PURITY 17 West 31st Street, New York Portland, Oregon—In Four Days from New York or Boston—By New York Centra comicbooks.com