Life, 1910-05-26 · page 19 of 44
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This page celebrates notable American birthdays while featuring a critical poem about Theodore Roosevelt. The main satire attacks Roosevelt's hunting and aggressive foreign policy. **Key Content:** The poem by Henry Stephen Salt (a British humanitarian) uses Roosevelt as its subject, mocking his reputation for big-game hunting and military bravado. It criticizes him as a "blustering statesman" who kills for sport and trophy-gathering rather than necessity, equating his treatment of animals with moral blindness to "human kinship with the lower kind." **Context:** This reflects early 1900s criticism of Roosevelt's famous hunting expeditions and his "big stick" diplomacy. The poem's final line—"Remember, He who made thee, made the brute!"—argues that animals deserve moral consideration, not merely exploitation. **Additional Content:** The page includes birthday tributes to Julia Ward Howe and others, plus humorous verse sections ("Mother Goose Up to Date") and a joke about young doctors waiting for surgical experience. The satire assumes readers know Roosevelt's public hunting persona and understand the humanitarian critique of both animal exploitation and imperial aggression.
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“LIFE: bputag Cierwanys HERE'S HOW JULIA WARD HOWE Born May 27, 1819 Among all the eminent women of New England ancestry, this country has pro- duced none more eminent than Julia Ward Howe. Her voice has been ‘raised on numerous occasions to protest against wrong, and her able pen has produced some of our best literature. Possessed of all the femi- nine qualities, united with courage and power, her life is a source of pride to all Americans. Dear madame, we offer you our compli- ments. JOHN KENDRICK BANGS Born May 27, 1862 One of the most delightful privileges at- tached to the writing of this department is the occasional remembrance of old. friends, not the least of whom is the genial humorist whose name heads this paragraph. Mr. Bangs, we salute you with many felici tations of joy over your nativity, and we trust that you may live long and prosper. FREDERICK DENT GRANT Born May 30, 1850 Son of a great soldier, yourself a Brigadier General, the honorable traditions of the army cluster ‘about you and continue to re-ccho your eminent abil For many both at home and abroad, you deserve the commendation of your feliow citizens. The solid qualities of the soldier, united with the best Americanism, are your commend able attributes. May you never have occa ion to draw your sword and may your birth- days continue to multiply. Salute ! Young Yankees yelli Applauding ambitious athletes. Learning lessons leisurely Encouraging empty encounters. Mother Goose Up to Date S ING hey diddle diddle, 'o Pot with the fiddle- Beef is up in the moon The old Trust laughs to sce the sport, And We eat the dish and the spoon! “] SEE they have stopped kissin way stations in France, b lays the trains.”* “Um. When it comes to kissing one’s best girl good-by, what is a railway system, anyway? "? 963 “The Making of the Brute” M*® HENRY STEPHEN SALT is a literary man, but he is not a mollycoddle. He is noted as a mountain- climber, and his biography of Thoreau is evidence of his sympathy with and love for the out-of-door life. He is not entirely an admirer of our doughty Colonel, if this sonnet, circulated as missionary literature by the British Humanitarian League, can be taken as a fair ex- position of Mr. Salt’s opinions. The only place we have seen it reproduced in America is in the columns of the New York Sun, which journal is also only a partial ad- mirer of the Colonel. Hail, blustering statesman, butcher of big ga Less President than Prince in pride of will, Whose pastime is the princely sport, to kill, Whose murderous feats unnumbered fools acclaim! On all things big thy braggart thoughts are bent— To strip the lordliest lion of his skin, The bulkiest trophies of the chase to win— Big bag, big story, big advertisement! Roosevelt, for him whose callous heart is blind To human kinship with the lower kind— Seen but as “ game" for man to persecute— A line there is that from some poet fell With inner meaning thou shouldst ponder well: Remember, He who made thee, made the brute! IRST YOUNG DOCTOR: married ? Secoxp Youxe Doctox: operations more. When will you be able to get I'm waiting now for only three THE YALE BULLDOG AND MIS POST-GRADUATE COURSE comicbooks.com