Life, 1910-08-04 · page 14 of 44
Life — August 4, 1910 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct elements: **Life's Fresh Air Fund** (top left): A charitable donation list supporting a program that sent urban children to farms for health and rest. The postcards below show letters from children benefiting from the program, describing improved health (gaining weight, developing "red cheeks") and happiness away from city life. **Political Cartoon** (bottom left): A small cartoon captioned "What's the—'Willis Monk called me a hippo-crite!'" This appears to be wordplay on "hippocrite" (combining hippo with hypocrite), likely satirizing someone named Willis Monk, though the specific reference is unclear without additional context. **"A Prophecy Fulfilled"** (right column): An article mocking a 1910 scientific claim that injecting extracts from exhausted animals into rested ones would transfer fatigue. The writer sarcastically suggests this could be weaponized to create machines extracting anti-fatigue serum from tortured dogs—for wealthy socialites attending too many balls. It's satirizing both pseudoscientific vivisection and the idle leisure class.
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182 Life's Fresh Air Fund Previously acknowledged... +o $4,611.31 EMC Uewsgschciees 15.00 K. Atwate o < 6, N “A Feit Wm. P. Clyde. Eva, Helm A. M Stuart 2 Mrs. Percy J. WL. Smith... Mrs E. DL 5. Murray W ‘d Kicanor Damon Ean Dodge. Mrs. French Vanderbilt Walter D. Darka’ Postals from Life’s Farm Dear Friend. We are well and happy and are having a good time. Susie is getting along very well and she has red cheeks and she is getting very fat. I hope you are well and happy too and I hope that the baby is well. Your Friend time out here. bt after I ngs out here rion ¢ many swings as she Mr. More blows a horn at 6 ocl. and Ket up and 8 o'clock we go to bed. From your Son, Dear Mother Please send me a pair of pants. | please tell me how the family is getting along ned 2 pounds since I am out here. 1 have a good friend and 1 am not lonesome Please write soon Your ron good Will you “wane grite!** MONK CALLED ME A HIPPO. AN ECLIPSE A Prophecy Fulfilled HE Leeds Mercury, April 2, 1910, published a long article on the “Cure of Fatigue,” the intention of which is apparently to boom a new anti-toxin. We are told that: “Tf you take the extracts from the muscles of a very tired animal and in- ject them into a perfectly strong, thor- oughly rested animal, the latter imme- diately becomes as tired as the for- mer.” Dr. Weichardt professes to have discovered by further experiments— “that by repeated injections of the poison into animals a specific anti- toxin was produced in the animals, in the form of serum, almost identical character with the serum drawn f animals after the injection of dipl* theria toxin.” Doubtless machines will be inve: for making dogs fatigued by labor on some sort of treadmill, and when the tortured creatures are sufficiently tired their blood will be drawn off from time to time to yield the anti-toxin for ladies and gentlemen who have at- tended too many balls and dinners the London — season.—London ophilist. This has since come true. A bril- liant American vivisector has perfected that very machine. Useful chaps, these vivisectors. comicbooks.com