Life, 1909-03-18 · page 10 of 32
Life — March 18, 1909 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical poetry and prose about Theodore Roosevelt ("O'Roosevelt"), presented as Irish dialect verse celebrating him as a "brave Irishman." The accompanying illustration shows an Irish figure with a harp and shillelagh, linking Roosevelt to Irish-American identity. Below that, "Echoes from the Halls of Agony" discusses medical experiments on animals—specifically Dr. Sharpe's transplantation of a dog's brain into a hen. The text criticizes both the experiment and Dr. Sloik Blood's opposition to vivisection research, mocking sentiment-driven animal activists who prefer dogs "at home, instead of on the operating tables at the Rockefeller Institute." The final cartoon "Rank and File" shows three men in top hats dancing, captioned "The Day We (The Murphys) Celebrate"—likely satirizing Irish-American social pretension.
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~LIFE- O’ Roosevelt OM I ye bra-ave Irishmin an’ shpeed this man av might; Though Dutch may be th’ name av hi "s somethin’ in a fight! so, bedad! we'll change his name; we'll link it wid an O"— O'Roosevelt he shall be called wheriver he may go O'Roosevelt! O’Roosevelt! Gev blows th’ more th’ blows he f An’ how do you suppose he fe Why, man dear! felt Himsilf to be O'Roosevelt ! Sure, that shows he Sure, life 10 him is just wan long an gran’ old Irish fair (AY Wid ribs to crack an’ hids to whack, ? an’ not a rap to care! \ shquare dale an’ a fair dale to comers, high or low— * Dutch av him alone an’ fit it wid an O) "Roosevelt! O' Roosevelt ! Th’ Sinate—sure is knows he felt! Echoes from the Halls of Agony R. PAYNE SHARPE, after cutting up the , D requisite number of dogs, has discovered ff that a hen’s lung can be transplanted into a dog’s brain with no damage to the hen, That is, of course, no immediate damage. The dogs all enjoyed the operation—accordins, to Dr. Sharpe. Dr. Squarejaw Jones is no sickly sentimentalist. His contempt for anti-vivisectionists is too strong for proper expression in any known lan- Science first,"’ says Jones. “If we can get a new fact in science, however useless, by putting a thousand dogs through the agonies of hell, why not do it?’ Fylth yon Seeram goes further yet. He finds charity patients—when there are no relatives to kick up a row—more satisfactory than cither dogs, monkeys or rabbits. It was Dr. von Seeram, hy the way, whose cures for cancer have created such profound interest in medical circles. In the Halls of Agony great faith exists in the new serum recently discovered by Dr. Pynchon Cutt. It cures every- thing. He has tried it on some hundreds of animals and the results are more than encouraging. In almost every case the cure was instantaneous. The subsequent death of the animals from a combination of entirely new diseases is not only interesting but is considered of great value to experi menters Dr. Mohr Blood has no patience with this rising opposition to experiments on live animals. The public, he says, are mislead by sentiment. Some people, he asserts, go so far as to prefer having their own dogs at home, instead of on the operating tables at the Rockefeller Institute. | ue and the world fights with you; run, and you go it alone. Th’ San Franciscan woes he felt— Why, man dear! Sure, that shows he felt Himsilf to be O’ Roosevelt! Th’ good Lord loves x fightin’ man an’ gives him fightin’ space; F'r cinturies an’ cinturies there’s ben wan fightin’ race That tuk th’ right an’ med it right, a So chri " niver ducked a blow— n Teddy wance again an’ lave him have an O"! O'Roosevelt! O°’ Roosevelt ! He's shows th’ wrath God knows he felt Wohin underhanded blows he felt From finger tips to toes he felt Himsilf to be O' Roosevelt ! Come all ye bra-ave Irishmin an’ jine in this farwe' * O'Roosevelt, ye're seekin’ lands where manny dangers dwell May gyardian angels be wid ye wheriver ye m An’ ye will kape thim busy now ye've taken on a G'Roosevelt! O* Roosevelt ! Gev blow fr blow whin blows he felt— An’ bow do ye suppose he felt? Why, man dear! Sure that shows he felt Himsilf to be O’Roosevelt! Wilbur D. Nesbit. A Great Mistake Mccarrest Y: An’ have yez heard of se preachers who are goin’ ‘round to our saloons invitin’ th’ saloon keepers t” come out t’ the revival meetin's Poticesan Mugruy: Yis, an’ it's wrong they are believe in this mixin’ av churrch an’ schtate Rank and File M®s CAMPTOWN : Tell your captain I'd like the pleasure of his company to a dance next Friday eveni I don't Coxroxat Ginnis: Oi will, maam, but Oi'm afraid some of ‘em can’t dance. comicbooks.com