Life, 1906-08-02 · page 34 of 40
Life — August 2, 1906 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertisements interspersed with serialized fiction**, not political satire. The main content is a romantic narrative about a man named Holton reuniting with a woman named Gertrude after she's driven a motor car recklessly. The **ads** include: - Kodak cameras (4¼ x 6½ folding model, $35) - Club Cocktails pre-mixed drinks - Peres Chartreux liqueur - Cook's Imperial Champagne The fiction depicts early-1900s automotive excitement—the "damned things" (cars) are still novel enough to astonish onlookers. The romantic drama involves Holton confronting Gertrude about another suitor named Rabb. There's no discernible political cartoon or satire on this page. The small illustration shows two men in formal dress, likely advertising the cocktail product, with no satirical intent visible.
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-LIFE: The New 44x 6% KODAK Ask your dealer to show the No. 4A Folding; pictures 44% x 6" inches, high speed lens and shutter, Pocket Kodak simplic- ity, price $35.00. EASTMAN KODAK CO. Rochester, N. Y. Ere loc" The Kodak City. ONEY can’t buy better liquors than those from which CLUB COCK- TAILS are made. No bartender can mix as perfectly as our own expert can, n er can he blend his mixture—nor age it—his cocktails are raw. Every drink of CLUB COCKTAILS is another step away from guesswork kind. They are delicious, satisfying, portable and economical. Just strain through cracked ice and serve. Seven varieties; eachone delicious—of all good gro- cers and dealers. G. F. HEUBLEIN 4 BRO. = Sole Props. <P arttora New York, London “Them damned things can certainly go to beat hell!”” muttered the engineer. “Tt ain’t no use, Bill.” By this time the motor car was half a train length ahead. Then there was a curve in the road, and it was lost to view. The engineer slowed up for a crossing. Back in the parlor car Holton had left the smoking- room, and had gone to get his suit case and hat. The first person he saw as he rushed off the train was Bob. ‘That little chap was plainly much excited. He grabbed Holton by the arm. “Quick, Mr. Holton,” he said, “sister is back there. She’s feeling ill. She told me to get you.” Holton rushed along the platform and across the road. Gertrude Gaylor leaned back in her seat, her head on her arm pertrude “It’s all right, Dick,” she whispered; “I’m only tired, that’s all.” “Let me get in there,” | run the thing.” “Better not stay here long,” said Bob; “they may be after us for speeding. “Well, put that dress suit case in and we'll start.” Holton started up, and they tumed around and went down the road slowly, back through the town where the machine had just gone its | breakneck pace. People gazed at them with | wondering eyes as they rolled along. But no ‘one stopped them, On the outskirts of the town Holton tumed the machine into the side of the road. Up to this moment neither had spoken. He reached down into the back of the car and opening up his baggage extracted a flask. “Here,” he said, “don’t stand on ceremony. You need something to brace up on.” She took a sip of the brandy. said Holton. “TI can “T wasn’t a bit afraid,” she laughed, looking : up at him as the color came back to her face. “It seemed only just like flying. But I was awfully tired holding that wheel, and—well, I | suppose I felt the strain.” | “I should think you might feel the strain. I never saw anything like it in my life. It was magnificent. Did—you—do—it—because—you —wanted—me to come back?” “Yes” There was no one near them. An unbroken stretch of country in front. Behind, off on either | side, a few irregular masses of decadent archi- | tecture. And Bob in the rear seat. “Bob,” said Holton, ‘don’t you want to take a little walk? You understand, Bob, I’m sure. I'll whistle when we want you. You know, Bob, I haven't seen Gertrude in a long time and I want to talk to her.” | “All right, Mr. Holton. I'll skip along.” And then they were alone “I suppose,” she said, “that Bobbie must have told you something that made you go back. He’sa little terror,anyway. But I’msurehe”— “He told me enough. He told me that Rabb had been down here for some time, and that he had not only been making love to you, but that you had been accepting his attentions.” “Bob told you, that!” | “Well that’s what I gathered from him.” = DAINTY DELICIOUS DIGESTIVE Liqueur wate od {Res Charen LIQUEUR Peres Chartreux —GREEN AND YELLOW— Known as Chartreuse At fratclass Wine Merch ners, Hotels, Cates, Butjer & Co. ¢5 Hroas New York, N.¥., ay, Sole Agents for United States, UTY—that’s about all that makes foreign cham- pagnes cost double the price of COOR’S Ghampagne Ship freight cuts some figure, but it is mostly duty. It's your duty to prove the superiority of the American product. your o} chap tol happier HI stick by comicbooks.com