Life, 1906-09-27 · page 5 of 24
Life — September 27, 1906 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page features a poem titled "Susanne" by Graham Scollard, accompanied by a portrait illustration of a woman's face. The poem is romantic/sentimental, describing a woman named Susanne through dreamy, idealizing imagery—her smile, dreams, and various romantic scenarios. Below are two brief prose sections: "His Object" (a humorous dialogue about fishing) and "Our Language" (a joke about parents debating whether to call their baby "cute"). This appears to be **literary and humor content rather than political satire**. The page showcases Life magazine's role as a venue for light verse, romantic poetry, and domestic humor—typical content for early 20th-century American magazines mixing literature, illustration, and gentle comedy. No political figures or events are referenced.
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Susanne L | F E UMMER’S gone, the ruddy rover, ith the sunshine of his smiles— Bands of bees above the clover, Wren-song down the woodland But the autumn light discloses He has left a touch of tan And the glamour of his roses On the cheeks of f What the drifting of her dreams are, Who can tell by what bright shores ?— Limpid lakes where rainbow gleams are Shattered by the dip of oars; Blissful hours of moonlight boating Where a lyric river ran— Thoughts of these perchance go floating Through the brain of fair Susanne. Or mayhap her flocking fancies (Gossamer were not so light!) Bring back climbs or drives or dances In the mountains—Green or White. Golf—if that game seem not gruesome— Haply it her visions scan; O to play a truant “twosome By the side of fair Susanne! What if all this talk were ‘olly? That were not a great surpri Sooth, no mood of melancholy Look: from out the maiden’s eyes! ybe (scoff not Punchinello!) Tis the future and a man (What a lucky, lucky fellow!) Fill the mind of fai: Susanne! Clinton Scoltard. His Objea OW long yer been fishin’ 2” “All day Catch anything?” What yer fishin’ for, then?” “Fishin’.” Our Language HEY were watching the antics of their firstborn, who was perform- ing some lovably inane evolutions on the floor. Mawa said: “Now, just tell me he isn’t cute Papa said: ‘Don’t ever tell me he isn’t cute!” Which goes to show that “reverse English” is not necessarily a billiard . term, oA SUSANNE