Life, 1908-06-25 · page 3 of 21
Life — June 25, 1908 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**The Cartoon:** "The Gentle Art" depicts two fishermen—one on the bank, one in a boat—having a conversation about fishing supplies. The dialogue is humorous domestic banter: one forgot the flask (alcohol), necessitating a three-mile walk back to the hotel. **The Content:** Below is a romantic poem titled "Miramar" by EmmaPlaytor Seabury, describing moonlit encounters and love by the sea. The small photograph shows what appears to be a romantic couple, captioned "Hope Deferred Maketh the Heart Sick." **The Theme:** This page combines gentle humor about outdoorsmen with sentimental romantic poetry—typical Life magazine content blending comedy, literature, and illustrations for general audiences. The satire is mild; no specific political or social commentary is evident.
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“Gor TH “NEVER MIND! W “WELL, WE CAN DIG SOME, Mf “coop LorD! THE GENTLE ART HOOKS AND LINES?” L PROBABLY FIND A STORE SOMEWHERE; |AYBE; DID YOU BRING THE FLASK?” “NO, COULDN'T FIND ANY.” “xo.” I FORGOT IT.” ANY BAIT?” “ny jove! THAT MEANS A THREE-MILE WALK BACK TO THE HOTEL.” Miramar T’me to-night by the lemon and date, Where the pampas nods in the scented calm, And the orange droops o'er the garden gate, ‘And flings her apples of gold at the palm. ‘The roses will sleep, and the passion-Alower Will waver and throb like the soul of a star, And the waves in the afterglow of the hour Will curve and dimple at Miramar. ‘The eucalyptus will bend and croon Over the avenue, where they toss, And the lilies will tremble and sigh and swoon Where the arms of the pepper-tree reach across. And the moon, unfurling her crescent sail, Shall sweep to the infinite blue afar, And burish the foam with a silvery trail ‘That brings its treasures to Miramar. Meet me to-night by the garden gate, Follow the path to the sunset sea; Dream of my life, ere it be too late, Come from the shadowy past to me. We met of old on the eastern shore, And you drifted west, o’er the harbor bar; I wait your coming, and o'er and o'er, T hear you singing at Miramar. Ah, sweet, pale moon, as you love and wait, Holding the heart of the sea in your hand, You know the passions that animate, You see beyond, and you understand; How the wraiths of memory cling to me, And the dreams that were may be dreams that are, Bringing my pearls by the sunset sea, Where love is ever the guiding star, Swinging away to the great To Be, From the sun-kissed valley of Miramar. Emma Playter Seabury. E ERY silver lining has a cloud. “MoFE DEFERRED MAKETH THE UEART SICK" comicbooks.com