Life, 1905-11-23 · page 6 of 22
Life — November 23, 1905 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon - "Some Pumpkins: A Bumper Crop":** A figure with a tool confronts a patch of grinning jack-o'-lantern pumpkins. The title suggests an abundance or "bumper crop" of something undesirable. The carved, laughing faces likely represent political opponents or foolish figures the artist mocks. Without clearer context on the specific date and political situation, the precise target remains unclear, though the satire treats these "pumpkins" as numerous but contemptible. **Poem - "The Gobble-uns 'll Git 'Em":** This appears to be a humorous verse (possibly satirizing James Whitcomb Riley's style) about mischievous boys and Mr. Hughes, warning of consequences for bad behavior. **Right Panel - "Jay-son and the Golden Fleece":** A classical mythology parody, though the specific satirical target isn't evident from the image alone. The page primarily contains literary and illustrative humor rather than direct political commentary.
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SOME PUMPKINS. The Gobble-uns ’ll Git ’Em. Comfort. LITTLE child ate everything she fancied, until she took sick of acute indigestion and died. With sincere apologies to Orphant Annie. ICE Mister Hughes is come to our house to sr, . “What a comfort," exclaimed the kereaved parents, ‘o wash an’ clean the saucy pups, an’ crush the bums away, “ i : To wash an! cleat the saucy pups, an! crush Leas awar, now that she is gone, to recall that we never denied her An’ shoo the vermin off the porch, an’ scare ‘em all like sheep, An’ prod the fakes ‘at st he * earn his board an’ keep. Ae: all us her children, w 1} : things is done, y call poetry is always a drug in the market ¢ think about the witch-tales that Mr. Hughes ‘as spun, tifal sentiment remains forevercrare. An’ watch with frightened looks the bag from which the cat is out, Vor the Gobble-uns "Il git us ef we don't watch out ! anything.”” Obc’t they was a little boy ‘at loved his sugarplum, An‘ the other boys they liked him ‘cause he gave ‘em some. Rut onc’t when they was * Company,” an’ old folks was there, He mocked ’em, an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said he didn’t care! An’ thist as he kicked his heels, an’ all had run to hide, They was a great deal bigger boy a-standin’ by his side Who fired him out the window "fore he knowed what he's about, An’ the Gobble-uns ‘Il git 'im ef he don’t watch out | They’s lots of awful little boys hasn't said their prayers, An’ sometimes Mister Hughes he has ketched ‘em unawares, An’ when he tured the kivvers down, to look into the mind OF the boys with biggest sugarplums, they wasn't much to find ! An’ other ‘(raid-cat little boys have left the fields at home An’ are in the land of Jordan, where they isn't no Jerome ! For they knowed they'd lied an’ stolen, an’ they heerd the boogi shout ‘Ob, the Gobble-uns ‘Il git you ef you don’t watch out 1° An’ Mister Hughes is thinking that when the air is blue, An’ everone says ** Sing Sing,” an’ Jerome goes woo 00! An’ the Committee sits, an’ the sky is grey, An’ the eighth commandment is all squenched away, You better mind your Ps and Qs, an’ git yer conscience clear, An’ churish them ‘at trusts you, an’ dry the orphants' tear, Nor rob the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns ‘Il git you ef you don't watch out ! Setrahe. JAY-SON AND TIE GOLDEN FLEECE. comicbooks.com