Life, 1905-06-22 · page 19 of 26
Life — June 22, 1905 — page 19: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**The Image:** A sketch titled "Little Glimpses of Married Life: Ten Minutes Late Already" depicts a woman at a vanity mirror while a man (presumably her husband) waits impatiently behind her. **The Satire:** This is domestic humor about marriage, specifically the stereotype of wives delaying husbands by taking excessive time with personal grooming. The caption "ten minutes late already" emphasizes the recurring marital friction over punctuality. **The Text Content:** The right side contains "An Ominous Prediction," a humorous short piece mocking the emerging popularity of automobiles in fiction. A mother warns her son that literary heroines will now be killed by motor cars rather than the traditional "acceptable" female deaths (consumption, heart disease). She jests that his wife Kitty will inevitably obtain a motor car and use it recklessly. **Historical Context:** Both pieces reflect early 20th-century anxieties—about gender roles in marriage and about the disruptive social impact of automobiles—presented through light satirical commentary typical of LIFE magazine's format.
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741 «Move On!” T™ is a policeman, don't you > Earth the celestial Bowery, And Man the tramp of eternity. An Ominous Prediction. “That the motor car in fiction has come to stay is beyond all question.” —The Bookman, L‘ DY TRANMORE laid down the magazine with a heartfelt sigh. ‘ This, my son,” she said to William Ashe, “‘is the most tragic thing that could have occurred. The book heroes will no longer be mur- dered in cold blood ; the book heroines will not fade away with the only diseases permis- sible to a real lady—consump- tion and heart disease. In- stead, they will be mangled by the automobile. “And,” ominously shaking her head, *‘ I shudder to think of your fate. It has not been a week since Kitty threw a lighted lamp in your face, and after the doctor had dressed your wounds she sat upon your knee, feeding you thin strips of bread and but- ter. “Dear, dear little Kitty,” murmured William Ashe, reminiscent smile upon his lips. “‘The moment she hears that motor s have invaded fie- tion,” pursued his mother, bit- ter] he will have one, and go chasing you all over the place.” Dear little Kitty,” smiled William Ashe, tenderly. ‘‘ Her childish high spirits and love of excitement may lead her to grind my bones under the wheels of her machine. But what of it, mother 7” “Alas,” cried Lady Tran- more, ‘if you were but a man and not a Mrs. Humph Ward p you would ha given Kitty the spanking she deserves long ago.” LITTLE GLIMPSES OF MARRIED LIFE. “TEN MINUTES LATE ALREADY.” Mrs. Wilson Woodrow, comicbooks.com