Life, 1906-09-13 · page 5 of 24
Life — September 13, 1906 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The page contains three distinct pieces of content: 1. **Top photograph**: Captioned "Had Lady Goings Lived To-Day," showing an early automobile on an estate grounds. This appears to be a nostalgic or humorous commentary on how historical figures might interact with modern technology. 2. **"Reflections of a Walk"**: A personal essay about seasonal nature study and reading, with an illustration of a contemplative figure. This is straightforward literary content, not satirical. 3. **"The Intrepid Huntsman"**: A humorous poem about a man shooting a duck, mocking his prideful boasting about killing wildlife. The satire targets masculine vanity and the triviality of shooting birds for sport. The page combines light humor with nature writing, typical of Life's eclectic editorial approach.
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SENET “ull HAD LADY GODIVA LIVED TO-DAY Reflections of a Walk By A Lover oF NATURE AKING in my hand my nature calendar and farm magazine, I pass out into the open. T learn by a leading editorial that hyacinths are nolonger in bloom. How lucky I brought my spectacles with me. I am divided to-day between my farming, garden or wild nature mood. That comes of mi: the three classes of books in one’s libracy. I wonder, by the way, if this is a chestnut or an oak Tam now passing. I must never again forget my guide to the trees. It is time for radishes. I can smell their fragrance. Or is that arbutus? Heaven knows! I see quite plainly that I must study one branch at a time. Wild flowers Monday, shrubs Tuesday, gardening Wednes- day, farming Thursday, tree culture Friday, herbs Saturday and mosses Sunday. I must arrange this schedule at once. In the meantime I know it is midsummer by the beautiful half-tones I get in my mail HE. only secret society which has managed to keep its aims hidden is Humanity. The Intrepid Huntsman HERE was a little man who had a little gun, And his. bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to a brook and saw a little duck, And skilfully he shot it through the head, head, head. He found it where it lay, then he threw the bird away, And waited where the waving reeds were thick, thick, thick; ‘Thus he skulked and thus heshot, leavingmangled birds to rot, For they ceased to interest him when they fell, fell, fell. His high purpose was to kill and his prowess and his skill Caused the manly breast beneath his vest to swell, swell, swell, When the man got home at night, he exclaimed with proud delight, As he polished up his gun, gun, gun: “Man is great, and this is shown in the fact that he alone Can shoot living things to pieces just for fun, fun, fun.” | E. Kiser, HE possibilities of life diminish as our knowledge grows, comicbooks.com