Life, 1906-11-08 · page 2 of 30
Life — November 8, 1906 — page 2: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and poetry**, not political satire. The main content is a lengthy poem titled "A Toast to a Lady" by Langdon Smith, which traces human and evolutionary history from prehistoric times through modern day. The poem uses romantic, flowery language to address a woman, celebrating their relationship across these ages. The page includes three advertisements: **Murad Cigarettes** (10 for 15 cents), **Whitman's Chocolates and Confections**, and **Jacqueline French Tailor Suits**. The decorative border illustration shows a formal dinner scene with well-dressed diners in an elegant hall—a visual reinforcement of the sophisticated, refined audience these luxury products targeted in the early 20th century.
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Wherever connoisseurs gather; whenever courtesy and good taste prevail, you'll find MURAD CIGARETTES and a universal demand for them. Their flavor and aroma have never been equalled before, nor offered in such perfect harmony. “THE METROPOLITAN STANDARD” 10 for 15 cents S. ANARGYROS, Manufacturer, 111 Fifth Avenue, New York Jacqueline French Tailor Suits Chocolates Wraps and Confections Evening and Street Gowns Lingerie The most delicious product of the candy making art. 65 Wes 52nd Street Sold everywhere Telephone, 3433 Plaza STEPHEN F. WHITMAN & 6ON, 1816 Chestnut St, Phila. A Toast to a Lady yes poem was reprinted in the San Francisco Bulletin a few years ago and credited erro. neously to the Editor of Lire. It has just come to our notice and is given here, first an un usual production and well worth reading; second ly, because the real author should have proper credit, The real author is Langdon Smith: When you were a tadpole and I was a fish, In the Paleozoic tim And side by side on the sluggish tide, We sprawled through the oo: Or skitted with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen, My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then. Mindless we lived, mindless we loved, And mindless at last we died, And deep in the rift of the Caradock drift, We slumbered side by side. The world turned on in the lathe of time, The hot lands heaved a Till we caught our breath in the womb of And crept into life again. Then we were amphibians, scaled and tailed, And deaf as a dead man’s hand, We sprawled at case bencath the trees, Or scrawled through the mud and sand, Croaking and blind, with our three-clawed feet, Writing a language dumb, With never a spark in the empty To hint of a life to come. Yet happy we lived, happy we loved, And happy we died once more, And our forms were rolled in the clinging mould Necromean shore, nd the Acons fled dus fast wn of day, And the night of death was past. Then light and swift through the jungle trees We swung in our airy flights, Or dreamed in the balm of the fronded palm In the hush of those moonlit nights, And, oh, what beautiful years were these Where our hearts clung cach to each, And life was frilled, and the senses thrilled With the first faint dawn of speech. Thus, life by life, and death by death, We passed through the cycles strange, And love by love, and breath by breath, We followed the chain of change, Till there came a time in the law of life, And o'er the recking sod The shadows broke and the soul awoke In the first dim dream of God. Then I was thewed like an Auroc bull, And tusked like the great cave-bear, And you, my sweet, from head to feet, Were gowned in your glorious hair. Deep in the gloom of a fireless cave, When the night fell o'er the main, And the moon hung red o'er the river bed, We numbered the bones of the slain. For we lived by blood and the right of might, human laws were drawn, For the age of sin did not begin Till our brutish tusks were gone, And that was a million years ago, In a time when no man knows, Yet here to-night in the mellow light We sit at Delmonico’s. comicbooks.com so in