Life, 1923-05-17 · page 10 of 46
Life — May 17, 1923 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct items: **Upper section:** A poem titled "Where Have They Gone?" by Mabel Cleland, accompanied by an illustration showing a detective questioning a woman about childhood toys that have disappeared. The poem nostalgically recalls porcelain dolls and bisque figurines the speaker owned as a child, wondering where they are now and hoping to be reunited with them. This appears to be sentimental verse rather than political satire. **Lower section:** An illustration captioned "The Excelsior Baseball Club Celebrates a Victory," depicting what appears to be a celebratory scene with multiple figures in a dark, crowded setting. Without clearer detail or additional context, the specific satirical point remains unclear, though it likely comments on amateur baseball culture or club celebrations of the era.
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Where Have They Gone? HERE have they gone? The little bisque shepherdess with her crook, And her lover with his lute, The china girl with the lady-bug on her arm, The French bisque cupid, Perched -everlastingly on one foot, The little girl dancer in her china accordion-pleated skirt, And her tambourine lying at her china pointed toe. They all lived together on a black-walnut what-not in the parlor, When I was a little girl. I wonder where they are now? I know where I like to think they are! Living harmoniously together On a black-waluut what-not In the Land-where-I-am-going-some-day ! Oh, I hope that they will recognize the little girl Who loved them, So long ago! Z * And I hope when they see me tjjjz5; They will run to the edge of the what-not, Zz CbMS. As fast as their little unbent china and bisque legs will i allow them— Detective: You can’t remember what night this happened? “No, I was so excited at the time I only remember I was in bath.” (Poor little legs no longer tired from standing) “Say no more, lady—I have it—it was Saturday night.” And welcome me home! Mabel Cleland. The Excelsior Raseball Club Celebrates a Victory comicbooks.com