Life, 1907-11-07 · page 8 of 50
Life — November 7, 1907 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page is primarily **advertising and literary content** rather than political satire. The main elements include: - **"Friendship Calendar"** advertisement promoting a 1908 calendar compilation of sentimental quotations and writings - **"Comfy Moccasin"** shoe advertisement with pricing - **"Coupon Bond"** business paper advertisement - **"Whitman's Chocolates"** confectionery ad - **"Abbott's Bitters"** beverage advertisement The literary section, "The Life Literary," discusses contemporary authors like Stanley Waterloo and Carolyn Wells, noting their professional competence. There's mild satire about editorial practices and writer idiosyncrasies, but no significant political commentary. The page reflects early 1900s consumer culture and publishing industry standards rather than satirizing current events or public figures.
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gal de Jeps “Tho Gift Without tho Giver Is Bare” The gift which carries living messages from your mind and heart, by me labor, is always tr is ti Friendship Calendar A Sentiment for Each Day of 1908 Used by many new thousands every year. Has xs, dated, blank leaves, on each of which you puta thought, a memory, a hope, an original word, a quotation. a sketch, etc. Popularly used as a Collective Remembrance to Pastor, Teacher, Officer of Organization, all members contributing. Blue and Gold Edition, shown here—three colors, silk hanger, postpaid, 8.00, Flemish Edition— Arts and Crafts fumed oak back, panel for photograph. title hand-painted in two colors, postpaid, $3.50, Morocco E41tion—Red or Alice Blue padded Morocco back, easel leg, title stamped in gold, gold-plated leaf fasteners, postpaid, $5. Each calendar in box. For sale at best stores or direct by mail, Sendfor beautiful free booklet, Friendship Calendar Co., - xr Sarnus'toss Prettiest, Daintiest, Softest Made | vetveseo Women’s $1.25 Children’s 1.00 ||Men’s (Plain Front) $1.25 Comfy Moccasin Made of pure ‘Comfy Felt” soft leather soles with one inch, of carded wool between felt ‘inner sole and felt and leather, outer soles, making simerer a perfect cushion | tread. Ideal forthe bedroom. | Colors: Red, Gray, Navy Blue Fancy colors Jor womens and children. Send for CATALOGUE. No. 32 showing many new styles. DANIEL GREEN FELT SHOE CO. | [114-116 East 13th Street, .. . NEW YORK || | Neti BITTER Get on the Right Side of Your Correspondents Whatever other paper you have used—even if it be bond paper—you will never realize how much effective- ness your correspondence has missed till you lay it alongside ofeourow sono If you want to make the best impres- sion—If You Want to Get onthe Right Side of Your Correspondents—use COUPON BOND The De Luxe Business Paper There is an exclusiveness—a dig- nity—a_ silent impressiveness about covrom BowD paper that no other paper—no other bond paper—can furnish, Investigate the qualities of courom Gow for yourself and then you can decide what paper is best fitted to properly represent you and your busi- ness among YOUR correspondents, _ Write on your letterhead or send 10¢, stamps for full line of CouPOM wort (plain and in colors) and the name of local printer or stationer who can supply you. AMERICAN WRITING PAPER CO. HOLYOKE, MASS. Largest Writing and Business Paper Manu- facturers in America Chocolates and Confections The most delicious product of the candy making art. STEPHEN F. WHITMAN & SON 1316 Chestnut St., Phila. Makes the dest cocktail. A, gelighttat Severages. “A tablesposnful ian conce of or sweetened water after Meals aifords relief andalds digestion. (Se | mportant to see that it is Abbott's. did for the French language, what G. B. Shaw has done for the stage, and what our own Mr. Bok has done, is doing, and will do, for “moral ethics,” lingerie and letters, * * * M NWHILE we must content our- selves with correcting, as far as lies in our power, the misconception that lit- erary copy can be “ground out” like meal in a mill, without reference to the state of the soul, the variable tone of the nervous system, the condition of the delicate mus- cles in the forearm (so susceptible of im- pairment in the frenzy of prose composi- tion), or the exterior adjuncts and atmos- phere that exercise such a potent influence on the sensitive, temperamental artist. “Memory is not genius: idiots have wrote volumes,” as dear old Martin Tupper has sagely said, and an aptitude for lyric pro: duction while bumping the bumps is not— essentially, at least—a concomitant of the highest order of talent. * * * ECAUSE Stanley Waterloo is at his literary best in a rushing railway train, and the facile Carolyn Wells can do fancy work while satisfying the most exacting demands of her publisher, it does not fol low that less gifted penmen are equally in different to uproar and distractions. have seen genius—(identity furnished on application) —writhe with tongue in cheek like any illiterate booby more alert with pitchfork than pen. We have seen a cele- brated professional humorist—(identity withheld through scruples of delicacy)—so put out because some one had wantonly mislaid his bottle of indispensable green ink that for a whole day he practiced wri ting sense instead of nonsense. No king’s jester, minus his motley, could have been more forlorn. It is no secret to the cog- noscenti (nowadays so unhappily saluted as those “‘in the know”) that the famous author of a recent best-seller—(advertis ing rates made known in the proper de partment)—was threatened with an acute case of invita Minerva, complicated with typomotor ataxia, because his supply of pink paper gave out at a critical moment. We could multiply such instances—as that of an accomplished lady journalist—(deli- cacy again forbids, ctc.)—whose head failed in the performance of its professional functions unless her feet were kept im- mersed in cold water. We could fortify these instances by others taken from the classics—(if anybody gave a tinker’s dam for the classics)—of great pocts with padded rooms, of playwrights dependent on candle-light, of novelists who were slaves to a peculiar color of wall-paper. We would like to emphasize all this, by way of contrast, with such awful examples as that of Sir Edwin Arnold, who wrote “The Light of Asia” on his cuffs, while traveling to and fro in a London ’bus, and comicbooks.com