Life, 1905-01-05 · page 11 of 36
Life — January 5, 1905 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a poem titled "The Rubaiyat of Little Old New York" illustrated with a cherub figure, plus a separate section titled "Modern" featuring a cartoon about automobile safety. The poem is a satirical take on New York City life, referencing theaters, the subway, and urban pleasures. It addresses contemporary concerns about automobiles congesting streets ("Grand Street") and disrupting traditional city life. The "Modern" cartoon section presents resolutions from a fictional "Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Automobiles," satirizing both reckless drivers and overly protective car owners. It proposes humorous (and harsh) penalties: pedestrians hit by cars shouldn't damage the machinery, and those complaining about reckless driving face jail time. The satire mocks the era's emerging car culture and society's prioritization of automobiles over pedestrian safety.
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‘AKE, for the Sun, who scattered into flight The Stars who loitered homeward through the Night, Drives Night along with them, and boldly strikes ‘The Flatiron Building with a Shaft of Light. al Now the New Year revivit old Resolves, ‘The thoughtful Soul much Good Intent evolves Then the Glad Hand of some Convivial Friend, Puts out, and once again the World Revolves, Think, in this batter’d, beautiful Broadway, Whose Portals bid you Welcome, Night and Day, How many a Politician with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way. Yesterday this day's Hero often names ; Dewey or Dowie, Henry,—(Prince or James.) Greet, for you know not whence they came nor why; 4 Cheer, for you know not why they go nor where. Each Morn a thousand Pleasures brings, you . but where goes the Fun of Yesterday ? And the first Summer month that brings us Duss, Shall take Damrosch and Parsifal away. Well, let it take them! What have we to do With Mrs. Carter or with Mr. Drew ? Let the Tragedians bluster as they will, Or Soubrettes call to Supper—heed not you, Indeed, the Horse Show's gone, with all its cloth e And Barnum's three-rit knows; g'd_ circus, no one -LIFE- But still Diana poses as a Vane, And many a Spectacle the Garden shows, 1 sometimes think that never blows so sweet ‘The Rose, as on the Stands along the street ; And every Hyacinth and Daffodil The Florist’s windows show, we love to Greet. A Book of Verses or of Prose, maybe, Some Pictures now and then, to go and see ¢ De Reszke singing in the Opera— New York were Paradise enow for me. Perhaps a Musicale at half-past Three ; Thin Bread and Butter, and a cup of Tea; Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was—and then no more of Thee and Me. Indeed, indeed, the Broadway cars of yore Were often blocked at Grand Street, or before; And then, and then came Spring, and like as not We'd be held up for twenty minutes more ! Why, if a Man can fling his Haste aside, And daily in the air of Hes Were "t not a Shame— for him In the close Subway stifling to abide ? en ride, ere ‘t not a Shame Whose secret Presence, through the City's veins, Running Quicksilver-like its metal trains ; Bringing all shapes from Harlem and The Bronx; They change at City Hall—but It remains, For I remember stopping once in June To watch a Potter blessing a saloon ; And with his golden Celebrated Tongue, He Murmured: ‘Lord, we thank Thee for this boon !” Oh, Ye, who did with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road men have to travel in, Ye will not with advertisements around, Enmesh, and then impute their wrath to Sin! When you and I have passed away for aye, Oh, but the long, long while New York shall stay, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As Automobiles heed the men they slay. A Moment’s Halt—a momentary smell Of Gasoline, A whirr, a toot, a yell— And Lo! The Automobile has gone by. ‘The Nothing it ran over? Wott’ ell! Ah, Love, could You and I make it our Biz To grasp this sorry Town of Whirr and Whiz; Would we not shatter it to bits—and then Re-Mould it just exactly as it is? Carolyn Wells, Modern. HE Society for the Prev tion of Cruelty to Automobiles E met yesterday, Sa and the follow- aw ing resolutions were passed: Any pedes- trian caught crossing a street, if run over by an auto, will be careful not to entangle himself in the machinery, so as not to make it any more expensive for the owner than possible. Every judge before fining a wealthy automobilist should first look up his social standing. Any person in a carriage who fails to jump out of the way for an automo- bile coming up behind, when the horn is tooted, should be taken from the hospital as soon as he is able to be moved, and thrown into jail. Any one who writes a letter to a paper protesting against reckless driv- ing of automobiles will be severely rep- rimanded, and, if the offense is re- peated, will be required to take part in the next international rac Poe morning from nine until ten, I shall be glad to meet any friend who cares to call on me at my office and divide with him my cash. I want every one to come. Line forms on right. I will begin in lots of $20,000. Come early and avoid the rush. Rosle Sige. comicbooks.com