Life, 1905-11-02 · page 37 of 48
Life — November 2, 1905 — page 37: what you’re looking at
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This page is primarily **advertising with serialized fiction**, not a political cartoon. The left column continues a humorous story about a narrator searching for a woman named Clara Louise who may have died or been reincarnated as an infant. The narrator plans to attract newspaper attention to signal to her across "different planets"—a absurdist premise the Major finds oddly compelling. The satire targets **turn-of-century romanticism and newspaper culture**: the protagonist believes personal newspaper ads and manufactured scandals can solve romantic problems, reflecting contemporary anxieties about mass media's growing power. The humor lies in his elaborate, illogical reasoning. The right side features **period advertisements** for Lowney's chocolates and A. Jaeckel & Co. furs—typical *Life* magazine content from this era. No specific political figures are caricatured here; the satire is social rather than political, mocking romantic idealism and sensationalism generally.
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now it,” I replied, “that’s the worst of it. hd T ever hope to win her? Why, He If she is alive, how ns, man, she may be engaged nother. And if she’s dead, it’s worse still, The first thing I want » do for me, therefore, is to look up the matter and get the ne ounts of the accident.” y after this my mother came in, and the Major left me, secretly my diminutive hand in token of his sympathy He was gone until the nest afternoon. When he came in, I saw at once ie had important news. Well,” I cried, “out with it, old man.” ra Louise is no more.” tarted to spring up, but my backbone wouldn't stand the pressure " T repeated. “How do you know that she was killed then?” Yes. Instantly. It was a terrible tragedy. Here's the headline. Lovers Dashed to Death!” advanced to the crib. do you know that Clara Louise is no more?” I almost shouted. Major was too much for me I whispered. “For Heaven's sake hand me that bottle bracer.” Perhap { continued, when I was revived a littl Who knows? Tf any girl be ve now, in the body of some other infant Ihe Major put his hand to his brow. Well.” he said, “that’s a hope—a dim one, of course. But while life there's hope my affinity, Clara Louise w. Eh. Major She may How are you going to find it out? advertising,” T cried. “Don't you know, Major, that it pays to The Major nall sense of humor, If he had been in my position, he would have collapsed long ago. He didn’t even smile | don’t see,” he replied, finall Put a personal in the paper x to see i “how you can do it, What do you And if you do, how is Clara Louise Nonsense!” T cried. “[ must make myself known. T must make a sensation—even if—" [ shuddered—“these parents of mine put me in a museum. Any Phen, when the papers write me be doing the same thing. Don’t ing to attract attention. up. why, if Clara Louise is alive—she 1 It's the only way.” Well,” sighed the Major, absorbed in the idea, “it’s almost like two yoople in different planets signalling to each other.” Not at all,” I cried. “You'd be surprised, if you ever thought of it.| wv all of us on this earth are inter-related and bound up together. There | t, however slight, may not be| rcely a ripple in the Orient whose re. The simple banana that we eat—excuse me, you cat—at dinner links us with the tropics. Believe me, Major, the moment I begin to put I know.” 1y mind on Clara Louise, if it is possible for her to know she But how are you going to begin?” \t the first opportunity I'm going to spring myself on some people | cho will spread the news outside. The moment [ get talked about in the | papers T shall be happy. In the meantime, you know that girls are more precocious than boys, and this same thought that has just come to me must have come to Clara Louise a couple of months ago, so that, if I am correct » my calculation, she has already done something to attract attention, ani|——" The Major interrupted me has was pi Suppose,” he said, “that it may be true, and that C | your identical experience. But suppose that instead of being a baby ¢ is a baby boy?” a Louise has ver!” [ exclaimed, “it can't be! You see.” | went on, “what your You must discover Clara Louise. You must get all the papers nl read them closely for accounts of an extraordinary baby. Go to some clipping bureau—those people who supply their patrons with newspaper articles on any subject { was about to add that it could be charged to me, when I realized for first time my extreme poverty “Major,” I exclaimed, with tears in my eyes, “I can’t pay you for this trouble just now. You'll have to wait until T can get on my feet.” “Don't concern yourself in the least,” replied the Major, and hurried away on his strange quest He was gone several days. I amused myself in the interval, in those moments when I was left alone—feigning sleep for this purpose—by learn- “she, too. lives. | JoWNEYs CHOCOLATE BONBONS Dainty—Delicious—Healthful The ABSOLUTE PURITY and DELIGHTFUL QUALITY of the world-famous Lowney products has resulted in the Largest Sales of Any Confections Made. THE WALTER M. LOWNEY CO., Boston, Mass. A. JAECKEL & CO. Furriers and Importers. + Shot MANTEAU jn Ermine and Chinchilla Furs for Street, Carriage and Motor Wear. 37 UNION SQUARE WEST. comicbooks.com