Life, 1910-10-06 · page 20 of 60
Life — October 6, 1910 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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This page features a profile of Arthur Guiterman, a prolific writer of satirical verse for *Life* magazine. The accompanying caricature shows him laden with medals and publications—visual shorthand for his broad accomplishments. The interview is a gentle self-parody: Guiterman attributes his literary sophistication to editing mass-market publications (*Woman's Home Companion*, *Literary Digest*) rather than highbrow sources, earning increasingly knowing responses from the interviewer. His stated ambition—skating and tennis—humorously deflates any pretense of artistic seriousness. The "Rhymed Reviews" section below critiques Henry Kitchell Webster's novel *The Sky-Man*, a pulp adventure story mixing aviation (then-modern technology) with romance. Guiterman's verse mockingly summarizes the formulaic plot: a mysterious flying man, a lost explorer's daughter, false accusations, and redemptive marriage. The review gently ridicules the book's transparent sentimentality and contrived happy ending, typical of early 20th-century popular fiction.
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