Life, 1910-04-07 · page 63 of 76
Life — April 7, 1910 — page 63: what you’re looking at
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This page mixes literary satire with period advertisements. "The Literary Zoo" section satirizes American writers, particularly referencing **William Allen White**, a prominent Kansas journalist and editor known for his conservative views. The piece mocks the transformation of rural Kansas from hardship ("hell is no longer in the curriculum") to prosperity, suggesting White represents this shift. The "Between Devil and Deep Bog" section critiques **newspaper journalism** itself. It references an Atlantic magazine exposé (February-March issue, date unclear) attacking the press. The author uses the metaphor of being "suspended" between ideals and reality regarding their newspaper subscription. **Mr. Leupp** (appears to be an Atlantic editor/critic) is praised for "scalping" the pale-face press—using Native American imagery to describe aggressive journalistic criticism. Edward Alsworth Ross's contribution allegedly argues newspapers fail at their fundamental duty: reporting actual news. The advertisements (Mennen's talcum powder, Anheuser-Busch's "Malt Nutrine") represent the commercial interests the satire implicitly critiques.
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The Literary Zoo (Continued from page 646) the fattened farmer in his automobile, scattering the dust on the highway— off, perchance, to dine and wine in honor of William Allen White, new- lighted from a European trip. Kansas once more raises and roasts her corn; hell is no longer in the curriculum of her agricultural college. Amid the cars, no longer ruth but rejoicing. Even the crows no longer croak, but cry “ Kaw-Kaw!” “An equally well-known writer.” Shucks! Since commerce undertakes to appraise letters, why not “ equally as good,” and be done with it? W.T.L Between Devil and Deep Bog Will somebody please advise us? We are, so to speak, like Mohammed's coffin—up in the air, hanging, as it were, betwixt our higher aspirations and the dread of a dull thud. In the unaffected language of the emotions it’s like this: We had written to the editor to stop our paper—daily and Sunday included. What else could we do after reading the Atlantic’s ex- posure of the papers in the February and March numbers, with heaven knows what terrifying tidings yet to come? Mr. Leupp—a Big Injun if there ever was one—began the attack MENNEN’S BORATED TALCUM TOILET POWDER Superior to all other powders in soft- ness, smoothness and delicacy. Pro- tects the skin from wind and sun. Prevents chafing and skin irritations, The most comforting and healing of all toilet pow- ders, Mennen’s Borated Tal- cum Toilet Pow- der is as necessary for Mother’s baby as for Baby's mother. Ie contains no starch, rice, other irritants found in ordi pow 1 ‘ Bir Blea ss Staple Bes for 2 Stamp. The BLOOM of HEALTH Blossoms only in those who are blessed with plenty of rich life. giving blood. Nothing in the World Equals NHEUSER Buscy, Wh Niutvine as a blood and strength maker. Every drop of it is alive with the health-bringing juices of American barley and the vigorous tonic powers of imported Saazer Hops. Declared by U. S. Revenue Department A PURE MALT TONIC and not an alcoholic beverage. SOLD BY DRUGGISTS AND GROCERS ANHEUSER-BUSCH by lifting the scalp of a pale-face press, Mr. Leupp is no renegade, mind you, and he has carned his title as a “brave.” His whoops, moreover, are emitted with that singular felicity of intonation that mark the well-bred ac- cents of our pink-covered contempo- rary. He indicates rather than exhibits the seething cerebral mass that his knife has laid bare. We like Mr. Leupp for this, and we think the At- lantic has shown good judgment in leading off with him. Since the press 7 = - St. Louis, Mo. must run the gauntlet, set a journal- ist to catch a journalist, say we. * «8 If Mr. Leupp made us sit up and think, his successor in the symposium, Mr. Edward Alsworth Ross, has brought us to our feet trembling with an agitation of ideas. “There is,” he declares, “just one deadly, damning count against the daily newspaper as it is coming to be—namely, /t does not give the news.” (Continued on page 649) comicbooks.com