Life, 1907-08-29 · page 10 of 24
Life — August 29, 1907 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct pieces of humor content: **Left Column - "Letters to the Editor"**: Personal correspondence from readers, including complaints about Dublin water quality and addresses for correspondence at various English locations. **Right Side - "He Tarred Till the Auto Came"**: A short story/cartoon about a wandering Jewish character (indicated by the stereotype caricature) who encounters a motor car on Broadway. The humor derives from the character's amazement at modern automobile technology—he's so startled he jumps into the street and loses his possessions. The joke exploits the comedic contrast between an immigrant unfamiliar with new technology and urban modernity. **Bottom Image**: A bas-relief reproduction from the Capitol at Washington (A.D. 2343—a speculative future date), depicting classical figures, likely used as decorative historical reference. The content reflects early 20th-century American satirical attitudes toward immigrants and technological progress.
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254 vellous Dublin prawns and plovers’ eggs for tiffin. If 1am beastly peckish there is a navvy sort of waster who fetches me din-din from Prince's. It’s a cert that I’m off for the week-end to Lady Bagott-Bege’s in Mid-Glamor- ganshire if the bone gets out of the ground. I've bet her ten monkeys that I bag forty brace of pheasant before grouse If I lose I shall swear to the old girl that I was only pulling her leg in cha d’ye sce! The beagles are to turn out twice for us if we can draw a hare in those damned gorse coverts. The har riers had best beware—what ? Whitsuntide, if 1 get over this touch of the tlue, T go to Hants for the coursing. My address will be y dawns, Sudbury Mansions, Notting Cotta; . At the top of Wigmore Stree! High Minstable (off Tootin Wormwood Scrubtbs, Chiswick Comnion, Cricklewood, Hants. he Hon. the Col. Sir Willough- K.T., K.G.A,, D.S.0. Come and join me there, if you will And—oh, I say, telephone through, if you can. The exchange will put you through! Or, failing this, book down from Waterloo. Are you there? Will meet you at the rabbit-warren. I shall be practically on my own. There's not the remotest that the old colonel will care! He’s a bit of a pincher—a little shirty—a rasper and all that, but a capital chap Careo by de Wriethesle ‘ HE * and on the job for a~y beano. They say he's balmy, up the pole, and thick and milky, but he’s a 4.zing old soldier, goes hard after the hounds, and is a top-hole shot. Besides, he has the ’oof, and plenty e? It’s piffie to say he beats . If you ever clapped eyes on the old cruiser you would jolly soon see that it would take a lot of doing! What rub- bish they talk at the priory! Come, dear old boy, say “righto” or I'll be in a deuced pickle Well—cheero, cheero—my lad Recor. If you can spare a fiver, send it Tam stony! the wii PS along P. P. S.—Send the ‘oof by one of the servants (but not Tapley, in heaven's name, for I owe him for three months and a quid besides, and it makes me giddy to sce the hound). To Major Ponsonby Marr-Cavendish, The Barracks, Ore-Stoke Cloddington, Invernesshire. Standard Oil Couchant IND Sir! Kind Madam! Oh, strangers, fall in line And drop your pennies in my cup to help me pay m I'm lame and blind and almost bald; I've many to support. Nay! Do not pass me by, I beg, for Lam short, so short. A cruel judge has sentenced me for villainy and theft. I need your help. billion left.) Pity me! (I only have about a DID YOU HAVE A Goop TRIP? He Tartied Till the Auto Came WITH a bored expression upon his the Wander- elderly countenance ing Jew gazed at Broadw “J should think,” mused he, hopefully, “that I ought to be able to find something that can kill me.” At that moment a gleeful motor-car came prancing juggernaughtily down the street. “At last! At last!” shrieked the ven- erable globe-trotter. Chortling with joy, he dived under the front wheels, and they gathered up of what remained seven basketsful. comicbooks.com