Life, 1908-07-30 · page 8 of 20
Life — July 30, 1908 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical sections: **"Pleasures of Pageantry"** mocks London's plan for a massive historical pageant celebrating British history. The text critiques how this nostalgic spectacle obscures present problems, comparing it to distraction tactics. The heraldic coat of arms and ship illustration support the historical theme. **"Buoys Will Be Boys"** appears to be a brief humorous item (text unclear from OCR). **"A Radical"** section discusses women's education and ambition, questioning whether female intellectual achievement matters compared to motherhood—a contemporary debate about women's roles. The bottom cartoon, captioned "Heaven for climate; Hell for company" (attributed to Mark Twain), depicts a procession of nude figures, satirizing human nature and social conformity through absurdist imagery.
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“ER ES Pleasures of Pageantry HE energetic tourist rejoices to hear that London will have next July the biggest historic pageant ever seen in England—or the world. The great city proposes to show BS Oxford its modest place in British chronicles by raking up her own gigantic past, from the days when Diana’s temple stood on Ludgate J Hill, and Wulfhere harried the valley of the SS Thames. It is a large contract, and, unless something is left out, the programme promises | to be as congested as the highways. Londoners | (who do not happen to be also hotel-keepers) sigh heavily over the prospect; but provincial England, which proposes to have all the fun and none of the trouble, is enchanted ; and Amer- icans feel truly grateful to the vigorous Saxon stock which disports itself so actively for our entertainment. It is a frolicsome race. The same spirit which s it possible for an adult Englishman to play Blind n’s Buff and Stage Coach in a Cairo hotel on Christmas Eve enables him to parade as Voltigern or Alfred the Great for the diversion of the civilized world. The humors of the situation promise well. “ Punch "? rev- led in the Oxford pageant, and forgot for a season its 1 and pleasant gravity. The fierce debate which raged at Coventry as to the clothes which Lady Godiva should wear brough the town, and the compromise finall which gave her the half and half costume of irl, was enough to prove the charming incongruity of twentieth century Me London, it is true, lends itself graciously to masques and festivals; but the business- a great modern pageant, and the necessity of fe, are somewhat disillusionizing. en Victoria’s his city for valism. t-seers comfortab! ler observed, on the occasion of ¢ the Londoner's idea of deco ion was to cover it up and sit on it, Agnes Repplier. A Radical ete mother is the © woman. nd i rity. Womanhood remains this, culture rity, society, fame, BUOYS WILL BE BOYS rights, suffrage, teaching, gainful occupa- ons oF at least secondary and miore or less . Stanley Hall. dress, show, amusement: TTHIS opens up a large question, Does the President of Clark University know what he is talking about? This, ought to be the subject of prayerful consideration t of all bridge circles and culture clubs. President Hall's words appear innocent enough, but when they are read closely they seem to be a distinct slap at our intellectual woman. That any ambitious woman who wishes to achieve actual distinction must go through the inconvenience of being a mother first before she is “complete,” involves too much Besides it’s an insinuation against some of our prominent intellectual female ladies that a common, or garden mother always goes them one better. There can be no doubt that in the public mind regarded L nd large, such culture and all the other things enumerated are much more important than having children, which, by the ers nothing new and is indulged in by the commonest What mere mother so busy with the care of the way, people. o-; “ MEAVEN FOR CLIMATE—MELL Ok COMPAN '—Mark Twain comicbooks.com