Life, 1905-04-06 · page 38 of 62
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This page satirizes Harvard University's failed experiment in creating social cohesion among students through the Harvard Union. The article argues the Union languishes because it fails to provide what actually attracts students: **beer**. The satire is straightforward: the author suggests Harvard administrators naively expect students to bond through "improving things" like lectures and talks, when what would genuinely draw them is alcohol. The piece notes that Cambridge is a "no-license city" (prohibiting alcohol sales), so the Union can't compete with the restricted student organizations that "faithfully make experiments" with beer. The joke critiques both the pretentiousness of institutional attempts at improving student life and the obvious gap between what administrators think students want versus student reality. The page also includes "Ballade of Love," a poem about romantic entanglement, and a brief "Success" dialogue about avoiding fathers—unrelated satirical content typical of Life magazine's miscellaneous humor format.
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390 A Languishing Experiment in Sociology. ARVARD students won't join the Harvard Union in sufficient numbers to make it pay, and the en- terprise languishes. The U resents an interesting effort to pr nion rep- mote acquaintance and fellowship among th of a great University which had ¢ grown its social apparatus. That is a worthy purpose It is too bad the Union does not better. We suspect that one trouble with it is that it does nc e students succeed offer members enough tempts ons. Cambridge ; the is under control of is a no-license cit Union the college a it has as we understand yet been found either im- practicable or inexped to furnish its members with which ¢ the possibilities of exhilar n. It is painful, alm mortifying the Union might do better if it found a way to provi its members with beer. We do not know that beer en ent beverages ntain , to suggest t le is of any special hy value to American college If the Harvard youth would flock to the and hold nds, and sit under ster students, ion, 1 sing opticon lectures and such improving things, it would be but they don't seem to floc There hing lacking—several things, perhaps. If it were our job, we would try to discover if one of the indis- nice, is somet pensable necessaries was not beer. In palliation of this suggestion, it seems pardonable to say that, taking into consideration the kind of creature man is, and the habits prevalent in the world of which he is the most con- spicuous fixture, some pi ac: quaintance with the nature and effect of the beverages which exhilarate really seems a suitable detail of what is called That the Har- lents cultivate appropri a liberal education. vard st this branch of knowledge, we take for granted. It is intimated t there are a number of restricted student organ- izations in Cambridge where experi- ments are faithfully made, not only with beer, but with other hazardou drinks, But the members of these or- BALLADE OF LOVE. FOE that the sons of men since Lilith’s day Have followed women's wiles and meshes spread, And s0, like sheep, bave wandered far astray, By Love begalted, by burning passion led; So we, remembering how Ulysses fled Because of sirens singing In sweet strain, Remembering Helen‘s Might and Trojan slatn Woald, if we dared, her fatefal power disown; She who Is ruler over soul and brala— Lore, with her lips of fire and heart of stone. Each race hath learned this temptress to obey, Who leads the strongest with a single threa Her narrom, and her steep and crac! way The ghostly wraiths of vanished lovers tread; Could Abelard, now numbered with thy dead, Have ‘scaped the spell of Heloise’ soft relg: He had not long in clotstered allence lal To brood on haunting memories alot Captive and bondman of her fron chai Love, with her lips of fire and heart of stone, What fibre is there In our mortal clay, What nameless craving in our natares bred, That sho should like a Goddess hold her away? Aye! even when the light of life hath fled; Love's roses! by their thorns have we not bled? Have we not known the dreaming snd the pain! Did Antony not lose a world in vain? Ah! for the hopes like Automn leaves far strowa; And shall we not of this dire one complain? Lore, with her lips of fire and heart of stone. ENVOY. he hath tears, and laughter, e hers, howe'er the seasons wane? et she waits upon her thro With sometimes on her brow the brand of Caln— Love, with her Ips of fire and heart of stone. id disdain ; Now if the Harvard Union could only opena laboratory and offer short courses in experimental stimulation, under the supervision of competent professors, we can’t but think it would be very help- ful to the Union's prosperity, and not really detrimental to the best interests of the students. We never heard of a social club for males that succeeded without such a laboratory and_ such elective courses. They are not in themselves of such supreme impor- tance, but they harmonize so effectually with other at- tractions—with talk, and books, and food—and make so significantly for the pro- motion of fellowship, that all the men's clubs find them indispensable. Down With the Ads! HE Interborough Com- pany, whichhas beaten strikers, has made an enormous profit: out of its bargain with the city, and its gains are somewhat jealously regarded by the its citizens, whose daily coins It is in a position in which itcan far better afford to do its duty bountifully both by its employes and the public, than to skimp or be hoggish in its deal- ings with either. It ought to be a model employer. [t could better small fraction of its income than disgust the public by overloading with constitute its income. spare its stations dirt-collecting vertisements, ad- Ernest MeGaffey. ganizations are comparatively few, and by far the greater part of the students are unable to experience the incidents of this branch of knowledge except by making expeditions into Boston, and even there—owing to the statute called “the semicolon law "—investigations may not be protracted beyond the hour of cleven at night $Succe$$. (Gre USE and eff Between. IRST LITTLE GIRL: What! Don't you speak to your father any more ? Seconp Lirtte Girt: No. He's between times. He's too old to be any use and not quite old enough to be chloroformed. comicbooks.com