Life, 1907-08-22 · page 20 of 24
Life — August 22, 1907 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous anecdotes rather than political cartoons. **Main narratives:** The featured story concerns Wong Wong, a wealthy, educated Chinese engineer who silences a patronizing British passenger aboard a steamship. The satire targets British colonial arrogance—the Britisher condescends to Wong, who responds by revealing he employs many Englishmen, inverting the power dynamic. The joke exposes racist assumptions about Asian inferiority. **Other brief humor pieces** include: - A newly rich Denver woman's chickens that needn't work (mocking nouveau riche pretension) - A child sitting atop a taxi in the rain for fun (childhood innocence) - Anecdotes about author Bret Harte and a charity story about Mrs. McKinley The Pears' Soap advertisement and Garrick Club whiskey ad are standard period marketing. The overall page mixes social satire with genteel humor typical of *Life* magazine's format—poking fun at class pretension, ethnic stereotypes (though here sympathetically), and human folly.
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Passengers who arrived here the other day on the steamship Korea are telling with glee how Wong Wong, a Chinese engineer, alsoa passenger, silenced a very pompous Britisher who joined the liner at Yokohama. Wong, who is only thirty-two years old, belongs to one of the best families in the Chinese Empire. He is an educated gentleman of considerable polish and stands high in his profession. He has a brother attending Yale University and he himself is a college man. He is now general manager of what is probably the most important engineering concern in China and is going to Europe on a wholesale purchasing tour. ‘The pompous Britisher was introduced to Wong and from the first patronized the little Celestial in a most demonstrative way. Wong openly resented the Britisher’s attitude, but did nothing in retaliation until one day in the smoking-room just after Wong had told a very good story. The silence that followed the laugh with which the yarn was greeted was broken by the Britisher. . “you speak English very well fora replied Wong, "Ihave had a great many Englishmen in my employ.""—San Francisco Call. Kenilworth Inn, Biltmore, N.C. Always open. Most superbly Gnished hotel south of New York. CHICKENS OF LEISURE ny, MU) Mrs, Goldvein, of Cripple Creek, having unexpectedly come | into a fortune through a lucky strike, set upa country home near Denver, where she lived in style. One day while she was showing some of her old-time friends about the place they came to the poultry yard. “What beautiful chickens!” the visitors exclaimed. © All prize fowl,” haughtily explained the hostess. “Do they lay every day?” was the next question. “Oh, they could, of course,” was the reply, “but in our posi tion it is not necessary for them to do so."—Lippincett's Hotel Vesdome, Boston All the attractions of hotel life, with the comforts and privacy of ome. Nixt-vear-ovp Tommy was going to a party “Here is half a crown, and mind you takea four wheeler home | Garrick Club Tommy. if it rains," said his father But Tommy came home drenched to the skin “Why didn’t you take a cab?” said his father I did,” said Tommy, “and sat on the box all the way home. It was the greatest fun.” —Pittsburg News RULINER SACERRRENNEN, Natural, acidulous, alkaline water Trom Tilt, Hobemia, for stomach affections, uric acid, diabetes. Free booklet. Legtics Brothers, Agents, %. Y. Bart Harte was so frequently complimented on being the author of Little Breeches” that he was almost as sorry it was ever written as was Secretary John Hay, who would prefer his fame to rest on more ambitious work. A gushing lady, who prided herself upon her literary tastes, said to him once: "Mr. Harte, 1am so delighted to meet you. T have read everthing you ever wrote, but of all your dialect verse there is none that com pares with your ‘Little Breeches." “I quite agree with you, madam,” said Mr. Harte, “but you have put the little breeches on the wrong man."—Harrisburg Telegraph: ‘Tux Sours ror Hosprratity: The Manor, Asheville, North Carolina, is the best inn South.— Booklet THE GOOD PROVIDER “Though Mrs. McKinley,” stid a Canton clergyman, “left an estate of about two hundred thousand dollars, she was one ‘of the most charitable women in Ohio. Her experiences in charity work were interesting. I used to like to hear her talk of them. “She once told me about a colored widow whose children she had helped to educate. ‘The widow, rather late in life, married. A few months after her marriage Mrs. McKinley asked her how she was getting on. “*T'se a-gittin’ on fine, thank ye,’ the bride answered. ‘* And is your husband a good provider?’ said Mrs. McKinley. Deed he is a good providah, ma'am,’ was the reply. ‘He got me five new places to wash at dis las’ week. "—The Utica Observer. Whiskey A distinctly fine whiskey Alfred E. Norris & Co., Proprietors, Philadelphia ee “THE BEST IN THE HOUSE” comicbooks.com