Life, 1905-12-14 · page 18 of 24
Life — December 14, 1905 — page 18: what you’re looking at
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This page features two distinct satirical pieces: **"What the Little Angel Said"** depicts a moral lesson story about a child (Wilbur) banished from home for swearing. A pompous gentleman encountering the exiled boy is shocked when the child tells him to go to hell—the irony being that despite his "angelic" reputation, Wilbur still swears. The satire mocks both the strictness of Victorian child-rearing and the hypocrisy of moral posturing. **"In the Thirtieth Century"** imagines future archaeologists debating ancient technology, with one claiming Americans possessed wireless telegraphy based on Egyptian artifacts. The joke satirizes pseudo-scientific claims and archaeological overreach—people inventing explanations for artifacts they don't understand. The page also includes brief humorous dialogues mocking courtship customs, religious pretension ("The Religious Waistcoat"), and includes period advertisements. The overall tone is typical of *Life's* early-20th-century satirical humor targeting social conventions and human folly.
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WHAT THE LITTLE ANGEL SAIO. ner Rutherford, of Rivers’ J ened that the next time he used a bad w Id banish him from home. The very next ¢ ladies Lam very sorry, Wilbur,” said Mrs. Rut “but I bave never broken my word to you, so now you Sanette packed the child's little toy suitcase, and but w deri he, without a whimper eyes and downcast mouth, kissed his m parted. Mrs. Rui watched trudgin: ford’s boy in his b ay, without one , Wilbur set himself perched sole A long way much the fond mother-heart. Very t down the Drive and tiptocd up behind Master Wilbur, As she was hovering, on the very at of surprisir $, 2 pompous “Child,” he sai Mr. Milliken Now ma a's little man wou! his ex. Wilbur raised his sole nd regarded the pompous ma: “You go to ———" bles of my own,” —Saturde, breeding 2 blue eyes, crate g to all deir friends how it happened.” es. time $5.00 a year in shed every Thurs: countries in th 10 cents, Back numb Lire is for sale by all Newsdealers Company, Hream's Building, Chancery Lane, Londoo, F Oto Lapy me on Mo ed a big, big D. who want to marry n si:nply because you ha PLENTY OF COMPANY. Aren't you lonely? ounsy pe Kora: Oh, no; mamma comes to see who want to m ama com Fry papa. ays and Tuesdays; papa on Wednesdays nd Thursdays; Fridays and Saturdays the gentlemen and on Sundays the w York Sun. IN THE THIRTIETH CENTURY "VBS, YOU ARE QUITE RIGHT, THIS IS CERTAINLY THE FOOT T DY THE AMERICANS OF THE TWENTIETH, RY AND, AS THE NAME INDICATES, A GODDESS oF Ph felphia Press. advance. P Single curre ge, to n date of publication, 25 cents The International News C., England, Acests, pened to be wearing it at t Cutep (afraid of dark): Mother, will you o-please acricetTent.”" Motier (downstairs): I did shut it et Curio: Wavell, an’ open it. Harper's Bazaar. Miss Pert: Such a goose! He told me he had stolen a lock of your hai DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. Miss Passay (coyly): O!—tee hee! did he tell “Dem old Roman gladiators beat us in one way.” you that? “How's dat?" Miss Prat: Yes, but I set him straight. I ex: “When dey lost a fight dey didn’t have to worry plained to him that it wasn't necessarily your hair, THE RELIGIOUS WAISTCOAT, The Rev. W. L. Hood, of Bristol, R. 1, caused a good deal of discussion recently with the statement that his two children, both under ten years, had never sinned, A Bristol churchman, in commenting on \; Hood's assertion, said the other day with a humor smile: “Those two children must have consciences clear as the conscience of an old colored one of our back strects. he old man—Romulus was his name—took < y, and ina little while it looked as if his was near. The minister was sent for, 1 o promptly—a stout man, done up in one of th ligious waistcoats without any buttons down the of any opening at the neck. “The minister said to Uncle Romulus 4 mind at ease, brother ?* answered the old man. “*Are you sure there's nothing trou the minister went on. ‘If there is, speak be afraid. Iam here to help and comfort you.’ “ "Dey is one fing, jes’ one, sah,’ said Re one ¢ “Yas, sal ‘dat “plexes me. “What is it, my brother?? the mi Ah kain't fo" the old man, "how yo" gits yo'se'f inter a Philadelphia Bulletin ic o” me ELECTRICITY OF THE ANCIENTS. An Egyptologist and ing abe peopl the former, prove that they unde “Homph!” gru wires in Assy wireless telegra dispnet ment of the two ancient dying. “Why, sir,” crie “we find remains o| in Egypt wloch Assyriologist wer the relative advan whom they were st wires ood electricity. d the other, “we don't fi and that shows th ¢ Tatler nder Uxcte Cuartes: [don’t know as you will thank me for intel ing, Elen, but they tell me th Cashman you are going to marry is utterly worthle Eurex: Why, Uncle Charles? “Not in a pecuniary sense, you know—ke's got cy enough—but from an intellectual point of view. “Oh, Uncle Charles, you don't know whi you gave me!"—Tit-Bits, No contribution be returne dressed envelope. d unless accompanied by stamped and ad The illustrations in Live ave copyrighted, and are net to be reproduced. Prompt notification should be sent by subscribers of any change of address WILSON Thats All! A Established 1860 Christmas | 10 vases | Present of a barrel containing ro dozen bottles of good old Evans’ ESTERBROOKS Ale would certainly be atreat for your friends, Pro- mote the good cheer of Christmas and | | ‘oil the hinges of (riendship by | Sold Everywhere practicing the Golden Rule Nearest dealer will supply it, of w H. EVANS & SONS, Hudson, N.¥, Steel Pens The Best Pens Made rite to comicbooks.com