Life, 1905-04-20 · page 11 of 28
Life — April 20, 1905 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a comedic dialogue between characters named Willie Bryan, Teddy, Tommy Platt, and Jacob, discussing a "little black boy" named Teddy. The joke appears to mock racial attitudes and uncle-nephew relationships of the era, with Jacob's exaggerated "Boohoo!" reaction creating physical comedy. Below is a sketch labeled "JBIU JITSU" showing figures in combat, likely satirizing the Japanese martial art's then-novel popularity in America. The page also includes literary pieces titled "Poor Dears" and sections on "New England: An Autumn Impression" and "Revision," discussing real estate and genteel life. The racial language and characterizations reflect early 1900s attitudes, presenting content that modern readers would find offensive, though historically representative of Life's satirical approach.
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Witte Bryan: Not life. Do you want to queer us ? Teppvy: Sitdown. It’s all right. on He's my chum. Tommy Pratt: Your chum? Does your uncle allow you to play with a little black boy ? Tevpy: My ain't got anything to about it. My uncle is here to take orders and throw me bouquets. Come, Booker, here’s half of uncle say my apple Lire: You generous, see, children, what a unselfish little boy Teddy is Jacos (beginning to ery): Boohoo! He loves him more than he does me. Boohoo ! Teppy: No, I don’t, Jake. bluff. Say, teacher, do you want to know This is only a ruler is ? Yes, indeed, I do. Teppy: Then let us off, and I'll play king with the rest of what a Lire the boys and you can watch Me us and sce. Lire: I hope you will do nothing naughty SOTIEN WHEY DON'T VOU STOP PLAYING IT LONG BNOUGH FOR ME TO Teppy Don't be fright- I know business Just you ened. my Come, boys, we're off watch me and see what a king | am going to make out of mys JEHU JITSU. your POOR DEARS. {DETEST RAG-TIME ! t hate! 1AM LISTENING—Go ON." an’ GO ONTO THAT RAG-TINE ! OM, DEART AND THES RAGTIME IS THE ONLY New England: An Autumn Im- pression. wy n—v j—s. Condensed from the North LARRER Hoboken puddles, constables with helmets cobblestones, H-1! Club of the Park. Cool archaic, pathe rococo, Wet my whistle. Bubble to boat. Rs young men on crooked, To the Gramercy Frolickers in bockwater ; Bohemian, ¢ collection of business returni . new houses ; smart lawns ; ted publicit mation of wealth, Nothing else. Got somehow to New Hampshire. Mountains ; deep valleys; wide wood- lands; fores' ing crests ; innocent affir- Arse lonely ringed slopes liberal cams ; THLE YOU THAT I=wny o THAT WILL KERE AUNT SUSAN OUT OF THE ROOM! lakes; abandoned farms. Feminine effect. No squire; parson, No “form.” Almost sophisticated dingi- Jestitution. no ness More presently. Revision. ore tleman HE late that « in New York dollars a day. Lorillard tigured couldn't live less than one thousand But this was some years ago. In the m have gone up antime flour, bacon, etc., Should not the estimate be revised, in justice to such as may contemplate becoming gentlemen and taking up their residence in New York ? BETTER is an old horse where a dinner of herbs is, than a stalled automobile and no food therewith. comicbooks.com