Life, 1908-11-05 · page 43 of 48
Life — November 5, 1908 — page 43: what you’re looking at
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This page combines humorous short pieces with advertising. **"The Lowly Hen"** (left column) is a mock-heroic poem celebrating the hen's tireless productivity and sacrifice—laying eggs daily, hunting bugs, and ultimately dying to feed humanity. The satire gently mocks romanticized notions of noble suffering, using the hen as an ironic "example for roosters and men." It's sentimental but tongue-in-cheek. **"Steam Pipes as Hosts"** and **"Force of Habit"** are brief anecdotal jokes about social awkwardness and absent-mindedness—typical Light humor for the era. The dominant content is a **full-page advertisement for Old Pepper Whiskey**, depicting a historical scene of well-dressed people at a formal gathering. The ad invokes nostalgia for "the days of the Stately Minuet"—antebellum gentility—claiming the whiskey has been made the same way for 128 years in Kentucky. It offers a "trial offer" of bottles. This represents typical early 20th-century advertising mixing historical romance with product promotion.
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dred vation s de- pro- THE LOWLY HEN Tia for the hen, the lowly her: She lays an egg to-day and then Tomorrow goes about her biz | where her nest of rubbish is Jays us another. Cluck on cluck, Dov after day with endless pluck; Tisony if in solitude She may at last hatch out a brood OF fluffy chicks with yellow legs, To become hens and lay more exes. She knows no holidays at all, Nor Sundays. At the clarion call Of Mr. Rooster, with a lurch, lunges down from off her perch, J, once upon a footing firm, © goes to hunt the early worm. kes a worm, a piece of grit, and makes an egg of it will pass. muster until met In scramble, fry, of omelet. does she rest with one egg laid, lounge around beneath the shade Of some tall tree? Not much! not she! She scorns the shade of fence and tree, Ard across shaded bits and sun eps the bug world on the run, scratches with her toil-worn feet Barnyard and garden, lane and street, And with her bill doth search and poke The stuff for albumen and yolk Egg after egg, day after day, In unobtrusive, cheerful way, And, when her laying life is done, She lounges not in shade or sun, But with a rush that rest doth mock She lays her head upon the block, And, the piece de resistance of Some boarding house feast, shows her love For humankind in death. Brave hen! Example for roosters and men! —Collier’s Weekly. STEAM PIPES AS HOSTS When Commissioner Allen had charge of the Patent Ofice in Washington he was very punctilious about the respect due him and his position, and demanded | full tribute from everybody. One day, as he was sitting at his desk, two men. came in without knocking or announcement and with- out removing their hats. Allen looked up and impaled the intruders with bis slittering eye.“ Gentlemen,” he said, severely, “who ate visitors to this office to see me are always an- and always remove their hats.” replied one of the men, “ we ain't visitors, n't give a hoot about seeing you. We came the steam pipes.""—Saturday Evening Post. FORCE OF HABIT After having been a faithful devotee of the auto- Robile two years or more, Mr. Bragdon suddenly ¥as seized with a violent fancy for motor boats. “A iver runs by this town,” he said.“ Why ome enjoyment out of it? In a motor boat have to dodge policemen and rural con- ing it and keeping the machinery in run d started out on his first trip with it | morning in July s late in the afternoon when he returned home. Ie came in by the back way. His clothes were water-soaked, and he had a generally limp and bedraseied appearance. “For pity's sake, Alfred!" exclaimed his wife. has happened to you? Did the boat upset?” Lucy." he answered. “Don't say anything it, and I'l tell you. The boat's all right, but when I had been out on the water an hour or two fonethieg went wrong with the motor.” was before I—er—knew what I was doing I r the side of the boat and trying to get under it to Ss the thing."—Harper’s Weekly. N the days of the Stately Minuet — the days of chivalry and of courtly manners—the health of the belle of the hunt ball was drunk from a bowl of delicious punch. To be sure of the best, “Old James E. Pepper” Whiskey was always used in the brewing. In thote days they knew good whiskey. The fint “Old James E. Pepper” was made one hundred and twenty-ight years ago. It is made today by the same fine old process in an old fashioned disti!lery, located in the heart of the rich blue grass district of Kentucky—where the magnifi- cent climatic conditions and pure sparkling lime- stone spring water provide an ideal combination for the distilling of Bourbon whiskey. It is a ripe, mellow bourbon—perfectly aged and nat- urally colored in white oak casks—and bottled in bond. Fie for “Old James E. Pepper.” Nes will appreciate its delicious flavor, purity a a medicinal qualities. If your dealer does handle it, or if you live in a locality where Eos are not pet ie write us at once for the name of our nearest distributor, who will sup- ply you direct, with the positive guarantee that if it does not prove eminently satisfactory we'll refund your money. ESTABLISHED_17890 BORN WITH THE REPUBLIC OLD PEPPER WHISKEY SPECIAL TRIAL OFFER 1 full gallon 6-year-old “Old Pepper” —Bottled in Bond—packed in two full half-gallon bottles—all charges prepaid and sent in plain unmarked box $ 5.00 12 full quart bottles 6.year-old “Old Pepper”—Bottled in Bond— charges prepaid 15.00 Seat anywhere direct from the distillery « or ve through our pearest distribut THE JAMES E. PEPPER DISTILLING COMPANY 101 Frankfort Lexington, Ky. 601 Rector Bldg., Chicago, Ill. Life’s Publications BY J. A. MITCHELL BY JAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGG 4 nih : IF; A GUIDE TO THE VILLA CLAUDIA. : BAD MANNERS, - ANOTHER THREE WEEKS, WHY THEY MARRIED, - Not by Elinor Glyas, ALL IN THE SAME BOAT, - GIFT BOOKS THE COMEDY OF LIFE, = - 2.00 BY HELEN WOLJESKA THE SOCIAL COMEDY, - - . A WOMAN'S CONFESSIONAL, - comicbooks.com