Life, 1907-08-22 · page 10 of 24
Life — August 22, 1907 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains fictional narrative dialogue rather than political satire. The text depicts a conversation between two characters—apparently a woman and a man named Dobson—discussing business, vacation, and their relationship. The two illustrations are **narrative cartoons** accompanying the story: the upper shows a group of people on what appears to be an Atlantic ocean liner near Sandy Hook (captioned as such), while the lower depicts a conversation scene, likely between the main characters. The dialogue references New York customs, business obligations, and romantic tension. This appears to be **serialized fiction with illustrations**—a common Life magazine format—rather than editorial cartooning or political satire. The humor seems domestic and romantic rather than satirical.
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230 She almost laughed aloud. “What do you think I am?” she an swered back. “Such a nincompoop as that? Don’t you know that if I let one of them kiss me I’d have to let them all! I lead them to expect it, but never let them. ‘That’s the secret of success.” “Then I suppose you'd treat me the same way?” he asked, disconsolately. “Why should 1? You see it’s different with you. It isn’t business with you. 1”—— And then, at the thought of what she was saying, she actually blushed. “Of course,” she hurried to explain, “T didn’t mean that. But with you, don’t you see, there’d be no object.” “Certainly not,” he replied, gravely Then he said, with a determined loo! ‘ay, the rush is over, do you realize it? The season is passing. Why, in a week or so there'll be a frost. Already they're beginning to go.” “Don't you suppose T know that?” 2 she replied. “Don’t I have to say good- s : ; - by half a dozen times a day? And they ail expect to see me alone! It’s awfully wearing.” SCENE ON BOARD ATLANTIC LINER NEARING SANDY HOOK “But you can’t have so much to do as Observant Foreigner: t REALLY CAWNT UNDERSTAND YOU AMERICANS. AS YOU AP- you did—to-morrow ; let us take a PROACH YOUR NATIVE LAND YOU LOSE ALL YOUR GAIETY AND BECOME. SAVAGELY “No.” MOROSE “But it doesn’t make any difference American: YOU'LL UNDERSTAND IT AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH THE NEW YoRK cusTom-House. now if they all go. No new ones will come. You are too conscientious. Don’t you realize that your work is over for the season?” She meditated. “So it is,” she said. “I hadn't thought of that. Then | can be going also. I shall be glad of the rest.” She smiled gaily. “Just think,” she said, “I am one of those who have to take their vacations in the winter. When will you let me off ?”” “Never!” said Dobson. “I want you to stay here all the time.” “What for?” He closed the office door. “Because I love you.” “Do you?” “Honest, I don’t care what happens—I don't care if the old inn goes to smash. Won't you let me sce you—alone?” “Certainly, if you like. You can meet me in half an hour in the third pavilion the other side of the rustic bridge.” She consulted a note book. “Yes,” she said, ‘that’s right I have no engagement there—then.’ Dobson was there on time. He couldn’t wait to get there. She held out her hands. “TI want you to understand,” she said, ‘that even if, by “UT How po VOU KNOW, GEORGE DEAR, THAT you can RY possibility, anything ever should happen between us, it FIND THE WAY TO NEWPORT WITHOUT A CHART?” really wouldn’t affect the business, anyway. I want to make “WHY, DEAREST, I'LL SIMPLY FOLLOW THE CHAMPAGNE BOT- that clear. ay “T wouldn't care if it did.” comicbooks.com