Life, 1906-12-06 · page 46 of 64
Life — December 6, 1906 — page 46: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is **primarily an automobile advertisement** for the Stoddard-Dayton Motor Car Company (1907), featuring technical diagrams and specifications of their engine. The ad emphasizes reliability and modern engineering—standard promotional language for early automobiles. The right column contains a **serialized short story** (marked "Continued on page 603") about Mrs. Cromwell, a woman who discovers her husband has purchased property. When a lawyer offers her $5,000-$10,000 in mortgages on what she thought was debt-free property, she realizes her husband may have deceived her about the purchase. The story explores themes of **marital deception and women's financial vulnerability**—her husband bought property "for" her without her knowledge, and she must now secretly obtain the deed. This juxtaposition is likely intentional: the "modern" automobile technology contrasts with the old-fashioned legal/marital arrangements that leave women without full knowledge or control of family finances. The satire appears subtle but pointed about women's limited agency.
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A Sound Automobile Heart HE MOTOR is the HEART of an automobile. The Stoddard-Dayton motor—a distinctive feature of all our 1907 models—is an engine not only of power, but reliability. In thoro tests—exhaustive demonstrations — the Stoddard-Dayton eclipsed records made by other 1907 machines and earned distinction as a Motoz of Wonderful Staying Qualities ump. platon. connect valve, oller ring and valve lifter with cage A creation of our own, made in our factory, equipped with the most modern machinery, by skilled motor builders, the motor of the . Stoddard-Darton Automobile is in its entirety a refinement of the BEST:—A motor of absolute interchangeability, and possessing an extremely economical appetite for oil and gasoline—the things that count in the cost of maintenance. The plug is so located in our motor that plug fouling is not only of rare occurrence, but it is possible to get the best spark from the least battery draw Motoz Points Worth Knowing Our motor has 4 vertical cylinders —49 x 5 in cast in pairs. Water j surround each cylinder and all valves. Cylinders bored a h crude For fin 1 valves are located Stoddard-Dayton Ouietness is certain, for all cam shafts and engine gears—the former of rawhide—are en- cloved. Valve lifter studs, titted with fiber discs are noiseless when the lifter strikes the valve stem —an exclusive Stoddard-Dayton idea of construction, Each piston —water- jacketed the entire length of the stroke—is fitted with three carefully Ail the mi mensions. are of nickel aft end are ¢ nig UPPRCT OF pe fe feed eccentric el to each cra s. therefore upon splash lubrication insure long lie. \ combustive balance results from all valve cams. ction of an ines, yhowing pump In position and OPEN LOCATION OF VALVES, ‘our 1907 Book, give you an ive description of ulued features of achines. Stoddard- Dayton cars among ex- ists everywhere other cars costing more. THE DAYTON MOTOR CAR CO., DAYTON, OHIO ‘The lawyer laughed outright. “A hundred dollars. Dear me, it wouldn’t be worth while to take such a small sum. Why, if the property is free, as I think it is—for I don’t believe your husband—who, I presume, bought it for you—has any mortgages on his property—excuse me—yours—then you can get $1,000, $5,000, $10,000 or even more.” Mrs. Cromwell held her breath. But her mind rapidly readjusted itself. “Very well. I will take $000. How long” — “You wish it at once?” SYes “T understand. I have a client who wishes to invest in a first mortgage. T happen to know about that property, as the transfer was made recently, and the title, I believe, was searched. I think I can make a quick job of it— say you come in to-morrow—at this hour.” “Very well.” That night, as Mrs. Cromwell sat at the dinner table with her husband, her face was calm and expressionless. She“had long since learned how to suppress herself. “T wonder,” said Cromwell, “where the deed is to that property I bought the other day.” He looked at his wife. “You haven't seen it, have you “What do you mean?” “Why, they were to send it around by a clerk. It would be in a large envelope. It didn’t come, did it?” Mrs. Cromwell felt that the occasion justified a slight evasion of the truth. Ye moralists, ponder the problem, if you will. “Do you suppose,” she said with a touch of feigned asperity, “that if such a paper had come I wouldn’t have given it to you?” Her husband straightened up. “Certainly not. You needn’t get mad about it. Well, it ought to be here in a day or so; when it comes hang on to it.” “T most certainly will.” The next day, when Mrs. Cromwell appeared at Mr. Horton's office, that gentleman greeted her with a bright smile. “Tvs all right, Mrs. Cromwell. I was able to push the matter more rapidly than I really hoped. Here are the bond and deed. The mortgage has to be recorded and will come later. “Better put those papers in a safe place. Now, how will you have the moncy? Here’s a certified check to your order.” His new client gazed at the slip of paper, which stated that a certain well- known bank would pay to her order five thousand dollars, with considerable doubt. She had never had a bank account in her life. Her husband had alw managed those things. “Tf I could have the money,” she faltered. “Certainly. Indorse this, and I will send right over to my bank for it.” ‘Thirty minutes later he handed her four one thousand dollar bills and the rest in hundreds and in fifties. ‘The lady put the money in her reticule. She held out her hand. She was a changed person. There was no longer n about her. She was conscious of a new power. your promptne: In case you should want to reinvest’”’—— “T shall most certainly let you know.” Hurrying home, she dropped into Mrs. Dimpleton “My dear,” she said, “have you done your shopping yet “No, dear, [have been in hopes of hearing from you.” “You're so good. Well, I’m ready. Shall we start to-morrow morn “Yes, indeed. I’m so glad. I was afraid you were going to back ov “You don’t know me.” The next morning, bright and early, the two women started out. “Where shall we go first?” asked Mrs. Dimpleton “To the furrier’s. I’m thinking of getting some sables. Nothing clabo- rate, you understand. Something simple.” Mrs. Dimpleton opened her eyes. “Sables, did you say? Hudson Bay, I presume ?” ) “Dear me, no. They are so tacky. The Russian for me—or nothing. And let us take a cab. I dislike so brushing up against a crowd.” In the cab Mrs. Dimpleton turned to her friend. “Did you really mean it about those sables?” she asked. “Because I suppose I, too” — o” o” Continued on page 602 — comicbooks.com