Life, 1913-02-27 · page 25 of 40
Life — February 27, 1913 — page 25: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a French-language parody of Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky" poem (noted with "Avec le plus grand regret à M. Carroll"—"With greatest regret to Mr. Carroll"). The illustration depicts a scene from the parody, showing a figure battling a creature in a landscape, directly mimicking Carroll's nonsense narrative about slaying the fearsome Jabberwock. Below the illustration is unrelated prose fiction dialogue between characters named "Bright Eyes" and "Mr. Oracle" discussing a doctor named Pierpont who cures wealthy patients for entertainment rather than payment—satirizing wealthy doctors who practice medicine as a hobby rather than profession. The page also includes a photograph titled "Her Sweetheart's Whistle" showing a couple in a mountainous landscape. The cartoon itself satirizes nothing specific to its era beyond extending Carroll's absurdist humor through translation and visual adaptation.
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425 Geabberwoquie (Avec le plus grand regret a@ M. Cc Carroll.) T brillig et les slithie toves, Gyraient et gimblaient dans le wabe, 1s mims? étaient les borogoves, Et les momes wrathes horsgrabe. Prends garde, machoires de Geabber- woq Qui pince et coupe de grifies, mon fils, Prends garde aussi le jubjube coq, fuis le frumiose banderprise Menant & main son vorpal sabre, La béte manxsome chere long- temps, Puis rest’ il sous le tumtum arbre, Se tenant 1a un temp. Tl restait_ uffishment tandis, Le Geabberwoq a flambants yeux. Vint whiflant par le bois tulgie, I burblait venant tandis que. Un coup, un coup, et jusqu’ au bout, Va snicker sn son vorpal fer, Ti tua la béte, avec la téte, Revint galumphantierre As-tu tué le Geabberwoq? Mon beamish fils viens a bras, © frabjuous jour, callow callour, Il chortla dans sa joie. Cest brillig et les slithies toves, Gyraient ct gimblaient dans le wabe, FROM LIPE’S COLLECTION OP OLD PRINTS a eae Tous mims’ étaient les borogoves, PHARAOH'S DAUGHTER FINDS MOSES Et les momes wrathes horsgrabe. and the blue sky and we have red blood in our veins, and Clifford Hayes Pangburn we don’t care what happens to us, but Mrs. Wall- Streete had been shut up with those people I spoke to you about, and she was thin and table and anzemic and shaky and neurotic; besides being terribly wicked, and the journey to Washington upset her and she was all broken up and she had to go to bed and have a trained nurse and a doctor. And did she get well?” asked Bright Eyes. “Oh, yes,” said Mr. Oracle. “ You see, the doctor she had always gets people well. He is a wonderful doctor; he doesn’t have to practise on his own account; he just does it for fun. He can cure anything—that is, he can cure anything he wants and he is so nice and quiet about it and never sa nything.” “What's his name?” said Bright Eyes. “Pierpont. If you ever get sick, send for him, but take my advice, little Bright Eyes, and make your terms with him first.” Tod AE. to cure; HER SWEETHEART’S WHISTLE comicbooks.com