Life, 1908-10-29 · page 8 of 20
Life — October 29, 1908 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The page contains two distinct sections: **"He Was Mistaken"** (left): A romantic story excerpt featuring dialogue between a man and woman about love and commitment. A heart illustration accompanies the text. This appears to be satirical fiction mocking overwrought romantic declarations. **"Butting In"** (right): A series of cartoon illustrations showing a man repeatedly colliding with or being knocked over by a goat. The humor derives from slapstick physical comedy—the man's escalating misfortunes as he encounters the animal in various situations. **"Plenty of Him"** (bottom): A joke about a foreign government official described as extremely large ("fat"), with a punchline suggesting he's so substantial that bombing him would leave "plenty left." The page primarily offers light entertainment through romantic satire, physical comedy, and crude humor typical of early-to-mid 20th-century American magazines.
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‘LIFE: He Was Mistaken Butting In “D EALLY,” he said. “Tam laboring under no incon- siderable embarrassment.”” She inclined her head gravely “May I inquire the cause?" she asked “Yes. You sec, 1 am really in love with you. I would like to propose, you know, but I cannot do it in any way that does not seem too old—too trite. I have thought of all the known ways, and have actually found myself Iavghing at myseli. Yet I was never more serious in my 1 Indeed, I may say that my whole exis- tence—Ab! there I go again.”’ “tts hard,’ she murmured sympathetically. “The most difficult situation I was ever confronted with If I didn’t love you so much, you sec, why of course it wouldn't matter. But I do! Life without you is an empty waste, a desert of Sahara, an aching void—Here I am once more! "* “T believe I have heard those words,”’ she observed sweet; “Of course. Every ene has. You see my difficulty. I sim ply must express myself. Why, my heart is so full of love that I can no longer remain silent. Your eyes follow me everywhere. Your lovely and entrancing for: haunts me in my dreams. Oh, my dear—Hang it all, I simply can’t help it. She looked at him bewitchingly she whispered. “I can stand it. Tell me that I apple of your eye. Call me darling and pet and lovey ay that from the moment you first looked into my eyes, you loved me with an all enduring love, a passion that burns and sizzles and melts. Tell me that Heaven lies in my mile, that all other girls are as nothing, that you think only of me night and day, that [am your honey and sweetheart and you couldn't live a moment without me. Say that my presence haunts you, that your love grows stronger every moment, that nothing shall ever part us, shall it, my darling? that you tren ble when you think of how much you love me, and that the azure depths of my eyes contain all Heaven for you. It may be as old as the hills, but I like it. I have heard it all before, but it suits me, I know I'M never get tired of it.’” He clasped her fiercely in his strong arms. “Do you really mean that?'? he whispered. “Isn't it, hon- estly, 100 old? "" She smiled again, dreamil; “Too old!" she murmured. “ Why, don’t you know that it is the only new thing in all the world?” Plenty of Him HE head of a certain foreign government is a large and portly man—if he were not a man of .such prominence nd importance he might be called fat. Last summer some tourists were barred off a certain boulevard by the soldiers who were there to keep the way clear for the passage of the state cavalcade “Why won't they let us go down that street?" asked a pert miss in the party “They're afraid we'll throw a homb at the state carriage and blow up its passenger,”’ exp! companion. “Umph! He's so fat that if you blew him up there'd be plenty left.”