Life, 1906-03-15 · page 12 of 38
Life — March 15, 1906 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several distinct sections rather than a unified cartoon: 1. **"Edwin Gilbert"** - An obituary praising a deceased benefactor who donated Fresh Air Farm at Branchville for poor children. 2. **"Pure Food"** - An editorial criticizing food legislation, arguing that public concern about food quality is exaggerated. 3. **"Too Many Sides"** - A piece mocking John P. Haines, president of the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, for hypocrisy—he prevents animal cruelty professionally while failing to accomplish it personally. 4. **Bottom illustration** - A small cartoon showing what appears to be a domestic scene with a figure and animals, captioned about breaking things. 5. **"Query"** - A brief philosophical dialogue between father and son about God's creation. The page represents typical Life magazine content: social commentary mixed with humor and moral observation.
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=a Edwin Gilbert. ITH profound sorrow we record the death of Mr. Edwin Gilbert, cut, of Georgetown, Conne on Feb- ruarytwenty-eighth, It r*gnifies much Y y-elg! 8 to many hundred children of the poor. To his liberality and kindly interest we are indebted for the splen- did gift of our Fresh Air Farm at Branchville. What better monument to any citizen than this summer home for needy children, with its roomy buildings, its brook, itstrees and grassy acres? ‘The children have lost a benefactor ; and Lie, mourns a generous friend. === Pure Food. “In no section does the bill do more than insure to the purchaser a knowledg buying. The defeat of to be the great annual New York the is legislation has e mystery in most of the States.” Evening Post ARNUM has been dead but a few brief arching on. Yet years. and his soul goes there are those if. after all, the humbugged. who seriously doubt public really like to. be And particularly, they imagine we should be happier if all the food we buy were truthfully branded OF course they are egregiously in error, We are a Iusurious people, and what is luxury? A frarie of mind, equally grateful whether it rests. upon an illusion or upon the solid ground of The poor man cats gelatine sweetened with glucose and colored “LIF E« with coal tar, and, provided only he thinks the stuff the pure jelly of cur- rants, thrills with all the epicurean de- light of his rich neighbor who has the real thing. If all comestibles were to pass for what they are, thousands upon thousands who now fatten on the consciousness of living high would sit disconsolately down to tables furnished with abject and undisguised simplicity. [fi it shall be urged that boracie acid and formaldehyde are poisonous, let it be replied that pre- cisely as p proud ce has its victories no less renowned than war, so may one die otherwise than for one’s country, and still find it sweet and not indecorous. Too Many Sides. HAT John P. Haines should be president of a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals and prove himself their persistent enemy is an amusing joke, But there are fun- nier things than that in this gentle- man's duplex career—things too nu- merous to recount. However, the skill- iul manner in which he has prevented others from forming societies for pur- poses which he himself has failed to accomplish is a model for beginners. It is, perhaps, only fair to say, that as a well-rounded, symmetrical example of perverted talents, he has few supe- riors. Concerning which the follow- ing episode is illustrative Tn 1903, [think in April, at Sixtieth Street, between Park and Lexington Avenues, I saw a very thin and almost a skeleton, attached to a junk wagon; it was holding up one leg on which was a arge swelling. For more than five minutes while I watched, he only touched that foot to the ground once, and then just for a sec ond. The driver acknowledged that the horse was lame, and it had been out since ten o'clock in the morning—it was then, T think, late in the aftern Uthen called a policeman and had the driver ar On the way to the station house at the horse limped. very The police said it was th looking horse they had ever seen and ought to he killed. The A, SOI COA was sent f nd No. broken-down old horse, rested. Sixty-seventh Street badly all the way sergeant and other policemen there worst inspector 7 (Seymour, 1 think) pronounced the it te I driver was held for trial The next day, Twas informed, the horse was given hack to the owner, whe promised Vhen the case up afterwards at the Court of Special Sessions (where these cases the or ris held at N ZEW BH ~<s ee the Police Court), the inspector who had seen the horse with me was not called upon to testify, but the ALS. P. C. A. put upon the stand their veterinary—I think his name was Jackson-who testified in effect that he “had examined the horse and found nothing the matter with it; that it had a slight Jame ness, which was not painful, and that its general condition was fair.” The case was dismissed. I received no notice from the Society that their veterinary bad examined found it ail right in his opinion, and that therefore testify on the stand (as, of course, I expected he would) that the horse was in the awful con- dition which he had admitted it to be in at the Police Court In every case that T have had since this one, T have taken the precaution to photo- graph the animal myself, as well as to have if possible and T have never aviction, not been so horse and their inspector would not a veterinary ine the horse when the arrest is mad then failed to obtain a. ¢ though rome of the had as that one was not put on the heside myself and the ALS inary. We the S since es have In that case the inspector stand at all, oF PCA then allowed pyone veter have never since help it, t of our cases F.C West 10th St iety. if we cv conduct Rethune. Query. “ DAPA, is this the only world thac God ever made?" “We don't: know but He is supposed to be juilty of for sure, my son, others. comicbooks.com