Life, 1910-08-25 · page 12 of 40
Life — August 25, 1910 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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**"Specialists"** section mocks various professions' narrow worldviews—preachers, chiropodists, stock brokers, surgeons, lawyers—through satirical one-liners about their professional biases. **"The Expurgated Horse-Race"** section references a controversy where New York horse breeders planned to exclude bookmakers from racing grounds. The text satirizes this as misguided: the horse won't survive exhibition purposes anyway, so excluding betting won't save the breed. It's commentary on failed attempts to "purify" or reform industries through selective prohibition. **"Two More Mentions"** discusses potential Republican Governor candidates for New York, naming Colonel Roosevelt and others, with sarcastic commentary about their credentials and a local gatekeeper named William Williams. The large cartoon below depicts a coach labeled "right-seeing coach," satirizing business practices.
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300 “ME Specialists HE psychologies tell us that, if we look long and intently at any particular thing, we become hypnotized. There is good reason, therefore, to think that most specialists hyp- notize themselves, and that’s why: Preachers think that if men are good they will be happy Materialists think that if men are happy they will be good. Chiropodists think that all the trouble of mankind comes from tight shoes. Stock brokers think that all the world is fed if the market is active. es think that every one else is making money if rgeons thing that the appendix is the ignoblest work of God. Ordinary medical practitioners think that nothing is cor rect unless it comes from another doctor of their own school Lawyers think that everything should be referred to Black- stone or some one else who once did or said something pompously, The Expurgated Horse-Race is said in the paper that the Trotting Horse Breeders* Club called their August session of “ Grand-Circuit '’ races in New York “the Governor Hughes Meeting."” They planned to have no bookmakers on the grou . and that what betting was, if any, should be private and incidental. They ider that the sentiment ‘against public and professional gz has destroyed horse-racing in this State, and their in tention is to sce if their kind of horse-race at least cannot be Mr. Grasshop (proprietor of the sight-seeing coach) IT’S SIMPLY SURPRISING HOW BUSIN ‘S HAS PICKED UP SINCE 1 HIRED OLD MR. MOUSE AS CHAUFFEUR! A FELLOW SUFFERER Henry (who has been brought up by rule): roor nossy! YOU MAVE TO FLETCHERIZE, Too? so purified as to survive as a sport. The tail having w the dog off the track, they want to try a tailless dog. Good luck to these gentlemen in their endeavor nocent game of baseball is mighty, but it need not mo: lize the whole sporting enthusiasm of the American pe« The horse is a joyous animal and worth perpetuation for poses of pleasure and companionship. He will hardly vive for use in horse shows alone. His uscs in agriculture though still very valuable, do not adjust themselves well to purposes of exhibition. If the horse is to survive as an ob- ject of polite interest he must appear at times in harness on the road, and must carry people on his back. Carriage horses are doubtless in a decline, because automobiles have pretty much driven fine carriages out of use, but the farm horse and the saddle horse will live on for some time to come, and so may the fast trotting horse, if he gets due encouragement Two More Mentions WO new Republican candidates for Governor of New York have been mentioned to Colonel Roosevelt—John Misch: ell, the labor leader, and Edmund Wetmore, president of the University Club. Both are excellent and able men, But why don’t the mentioners mention our admired friend, O:to T. Bannard? Has he begged off? Is his political experience and our favorable knowledge of him, gained in the late Mayor’s race, to go for nothing? And there is William Williams, keeper of the gate at El- lis Island. There is timber in him to make a fine Governor, though, to be sure, he ought to be left where he is.