Life, 1909-07-08 · page 3 of 28
Life — July 8, 1909 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is **primarily advertising**, not political satire or comics. It contains several period advertisements: - **Panhard Oil**: Motor oil marketed as a quality product ("The Oil in the Checker-Board Can") - **Whiting Papers**: Premium stationery for correspondence and wedding invitations - **Blatz Beer**: Milwaukee brewery advertisement emphasizing quality and character There is one brief article titled **"Sparks from Old Anvils"** (continued from page 46) and another called **"A Business Letter,"** which appear to be humorous personal correspondence pieces common to *Life* magazine's satirical format, though the OCR'd text is difficult to parse clearly. The page reflects early 20th-century consumer culture and advertising conventions rather than political commentary or visual satire.
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HAWS 86 Pine Street New York City Sparks from Old Anvils (Continued from page 46) I did a hundred yards this morning through the old Pantechnicon in twe two and a half seconds, which, for fair heel-and-toe walking, I consider very creditable. B. took five-eighths of a-second longer for the same distance; but then he dawdled to look at a Raphael. ‘rome K, jerome. “ Diary of a Pilgrimage.” A Business Letter To tie Eprtor: Sir:—I'm movin’ along—slowly along—down ords your place. I want you should rite me a etter, saying how is the show bizniss in your lace. My show at present consists of three oral Bares, a Kangaroo (a amoozin little Ras- sal)—'twould make you larf yerself to deth to ce the little cuss jump up and squeal), wax fig- ers of G. Washington Gen. Tayler John Bun- an Capt. Kidd and Dr. Webster in the act of illin Dr. Parkman, besides several miscellanyus joral wax statoots of celebrated piruts & mur- lerers, &c., ekalled by few & exceld by none. Now Mr. Editor, scratch orf a few lines sayin’ how is the show bizniss down to your place. I shall hav my hanbills dun at your orfiss. De- pend upon it. I want you should git my han- ills up in flamin’ style. Also git up a tremenyus excitement in yr. paper ‘bowt my onparaled Show. We must fetch the public sumhow. We must wurk on their feelins. Cum the moral on em strong. If it’s a temprance community tell em I sined the pledge fifteen minits arter Ise orn, but on the contery ef your peple take their tods, say Mister Ward is as Jenial a feller as we “ver met, full of conwivialty, & the life an sole of the Soshul Bored. Take, don’t you? ay anythin’ about my show say my snaiks is as armliss as the new born Babe. What a inter- estin study it is to see a zewological animal like a snaik under perfect subjecshun! My kangaroo is the most larfable little cuss I ever saw. All for 1§ cents. I am anxious to skewer your in- floounce. I repeet in regard to them hanbills that I shall git ‘em struck orf to your printin’ orfiss. My perlitercal sentiments agree with yourn exackly. I know they do, becawz I never saw a man whoos didn’t. Respectively yures, A. Warp. P. S.—You scratch my back & ille scratch your back—Charles Farrar Browne, in Ward, His Book.’ “And yet [cannot escape from the thought that he (Wordsworth) is always sole ing of himself (but I do reverence hi this is curious; Byron was a greater egoist and yet I do not feel the same with him. He re- minds me of a beast of the desert, savage a: eautiful; and the former is what ore would ne a superior donkey, reclaimed fro then, to be—a very superior donkey, I power of speech, and great , and whose stubbornness y mission, The worst is thing sublime in and false. I love Wordsworth best, and greater power over me. How Sir Austin wrote beside the m are cowards and suc ‘assion, rather than yiel their hearts to Excellence and Nature's Inspir: tion.’) ""—George Meredith in a eril.!” He Wonder where Lady Pai Sue: Oh! don't you know? ers at her hat shop. Any one who number of hats and pays cash down gets a re- ceipt and an invitation to Bareacres House all in one !—Punch, The Voice of Reason “Drink it for al Health and Contentment” Quality and Character Remember The «4 Label Order a case sent home Ask for tt at Club, Cafe insist on “'Biatz.”* VAL GBLATZ BREWING CO., MILWAUKEE FOR FINE CORRESPONDENCE OR FOR GENERAL BUSINESS USES WHITING PAPERS ARE STANDARD For style, refinement and character, and all that _goes to make a wedding invitation thoroughly satisfying to the sender and at- tractive to the recipient, the Whiting Wedding Papers are unequaled. They are superlatively good, not only for wedding invitations, but for engraved notes of all kinds. Their reputation is internaticnal. ¢ Angora finish is the most acceptable for plate printing, and London White is the most pleasing tint. Sheets and envelopes are made in the latest styles and in variety to suit all tastes. When you think of writing think of Whiting Wifely Pride There is no telling what quaint turns wifely pride and devotion take. Sir Melvill Beach- croft, while waiting in a tenement house for the occupant of the first floor to admit him, chanced to overhear two women conversing on the stairs. One remarked that her husband always wore a clean shirt every Sunday morning. “Well, now,” responded the other. “I never cares about Sundays, but I allays do see that *e ‘as a clean shirt Saturday afternoone, ‘cos that’s the time ‘e is generally drinking, and when te does take ‘is coat off to fight I do like to know *e looks nice and clean.""—M. A. P. comicbooks.com