Life, 1906-04-05 · page 46 of 58
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This page contains **advertisements and a serialized story** about food adulteration—a major early-20th-century scandal. The **main narrative** depicts a businessman named Kinglake who discovers his popular product "Spunk" is adulterated (contaminated/impure). A young salesman named Vanton has become ill from testing it himself. Rather than face scandal, Kinglake orders his superintendent Gerster to reformulate Spunk into genuine food while maintaining its taste, then secretly recalls the old stock and replaces customers' supplies. **The satire**: This story likely critiques corporate response to food safety scandals—companies prioritize profits and reputation over honesty. The "solution" involves deception (secret recalls, unsuspecting customers). The **advertisements** (White Rose Soap, Prudential Insurance) juxtapose with this narrative about untrustworthiness, emphasizing their own purity and protection—contrasting with Kinglake's dishonest practices. This reflects Progressive Era anxieties about food safety that led to the Pure Food and Drug Act (1906).
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ey Lee xe 1S SO) Pai The Secret of a Healthy and Beautiful Skin rfect complexion is assured to all who use this Soap. ansparency is a sign of its purity. FERD. MULHENS, Cologne 0/R, Germany NELIESS & KROPYD, 298 Bran Yo d 1g cents in stamps for a full size sample cake President Hadley PRUDENTIAL MAS THE STRENGTH OF * of Yale University Recently Said : “If a man’s purposes and . The protection of the home ideals are such that he is © Protection of the ho is one of the first steps toward seeking to attain them for the realization of an ideal life. himself at the expense of his. fellow men, they are And Life Insurance provides such protection better than any- pagan ideals + + + thing that human abihty and foresight have ever yet devised “If his ideals are such that each step toward their real- Write your name and address iwation ieans theadvance- on the margin of this advertise- ment and send for a plan of ment of those about him, home protection and saving that his purposes are Christian.” 1 wit interest you. Write Now While You Think of it. The Prudential INSURANCE COMPANY OF AMERICA. nceperead 484 Bach Congany by 0 fate of Rew Hee: JOHN F. DRYDEN, President. Deen Home Office: NEWARK, N. J. And every package of Spunk, as it now is, must be recalled. If I felt that there was a single mouthful of that reprehensible stuff anywhere, [ couldn't do myself justice!” Kinglake smiled sympathetically “I understand perfectly,” he said. “Now you rely on me. Let me investigate this thing. find out where the trouble lies, and make it all right. In the meantime, you go home, stop taking Spunk, eat a few square meals and rest up Kinglake could scarcely wait for them to go before he sent for Gerster, his superintendent “Look here, Gerster!” he demanded, as soon as that marble-dusted functionary had entered, “there’s got to be a radical change in Spunk.” “How so, sir?” “Well, I notice in the papers lately there has been considerable agita- tion against adulterated foods, and some sort of an investigation is likely to be undertaken. Then again, this young man who has been pushing it has done so because he really believed in it. Bur un- fortunately, he tried it on himself, and has been undeceived. ¢ quently his usefulness has been greatly impaired—and he's a neces to our success. Now, Gerster, what can you do? Can't you make Spunk a real food without changing its taste or appearance?—make it absolutely pure and above reproact Gerster thought “Maybe I can.” he said. “Only it will cost twice or three much to produce. Never mind. It's got to be done. We can still make money.” Gerster was gone two days. Then one afternoon, he burst uncere- | moniously into Kinglake’s office. | “Here it is!" he cried. “You can't tell ‘em apart. But this is the | real thing. Why, I'd eat it myseli. Chock full of nourishment.” | “Good!” exclaimed Kinglake, calmly. “T knew you could do it, Now telegraph every customer we have to return his stock and send him a fresh supply of the real Spunk. And while you are about it, deliver a barr jto Mr. Vanton, with my compliments. Tt will put new life into hi It was one month later, when one morning as Kitty and her iather were just finishing their breakfast together that the bell rang, and Vanton appeared. His step was light and springy. The ruddy of health was rapidly returning to his cheek “Hurrah!” he exclaimed as he waved a paper in his hand got this from the Globe office. We've won!” “What is it?" cried Kitty Vanton spread out the telegram “Why, you know that recently the Pure Food Law went into he exclaimed. “Well, the government experts bought samples of all th foods they could find, and here's the report telegraphed on to the Glo! It is in effect that every one of the foods examined was adulterated cept Spunk! See what this means. [Il have a fac-simile of this Our fortine is 1 to think.” said Kitty, “that foxy old superintendent might have ruined ts if papa hadn't stopped him.” Kinglake rose solemnly and, going to where they sat, put his iatherly hand on their respective heads My children.” he said. “this proves what I have always maintained —that after all, honesty is the best policy. Not Very Logical. OULTNEY BIGELOW was arguing with a New York man about t nama Canal “You are not very logical,” Mr. Bigelow said at length. “Indeed, yor are as illogical as an old man I used to know in Berlin “This old man, umbrella in hand, set out one morning on a shopping trip. He visited the shoemaker’s for shoes, the hatter’s for a hat grocer’s for groceries, and so on, and when he got back home in the cv ing he found that he had left his umbrella behind him somewhere * Accordingly, the next morning, the old man set out again in quest of the lost umbrella, He was ky at first. The seventh shop he visited was the one wherein his umbrella turned up. “Well, he said, after thanking the shopman, as he started out, with the recovered umbrella under his arm, ‘I must suy you are more honest here than they are at those other shops.’"—New York Tribune.