Life, 1910-02-10 · page 27 of 36
Life — February 10, 1910 — page 27: what you’re looking at
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This page's central satirical content is the poem "What is Man?", which takes a cynical view of how the medical profession treats human bodies. Written by "One Problem," it portrays man as merely a collection of tools and subjects for doctors' experiments and financial exploitation. The poem mocks medical practitioners by describing humans as "Cupboards for surgeons' tools," "Experiment Stations," and "dumping grounds" for their work. It criticizes their dissection practices, their focus on diseases (hookworms, bacilli), and—most bitterly—their financial greed, comparing the human body to "a Bank...the more they take out more interest they draw." The satire targets early 20th-century medical science's seemingly callous instrumentalization of patients. The poem suggests doctors view bodies not as people but as problems to solve and profit from, framing medical practice as exploitative rather than healing-oriented.
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