Life, 1911-06-22 · page 7 of 44
Life — June 22, 1911 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This Life magazine page commemorates a British royal coronation, likely King George V's (referenced in the poem "Greeting from the States"). The large illustration shows three figures in elaborate medieval/ceremonial dress labeled "TWO HISTORIC PAGES FOR AN AMERICAN PEERAGE AT THE CORONATION." The satirical poem mocks Americans' obsession with British royalty and pageantry—describing crowds, jingoism, and martial display. The humor targets American fascination with aristocratic ceremony despite the nation's democratic founding. Below, "Lawbreaking as a Fine Art" appears to be a separate brief satirical piece about legal troubles, while "Very Suitable" comments on a transatlantic steamship naming, likely mocking American deference to British cultural prestige. The overall tone satirizes American Anglophilia and class consciousness.
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CTE TENTETT nT TRA SRAM Sa eC A a NN aE TATRA RETA TR TROT A ee ELLE S othe Cushing — TWO HISTORIC PAGES FOR AN AMERICAN PEERESS AT THE CORONATION Lawbreaking as a Fine Art HY can’t you take my case?” I'm a corporation lawyer and wouldn't know how to get you out of jail. If you'd come to me in the first place you'd never have got in there.” IRTUE is a limited monarchy; vice a broad democracy. Very Suitable T is reported that in recognition of the splendid exploits of Collector Loeb, and of the memorable adventures of many recent voyagers in coming through the New York Custom House, the Cunard Company has determined to name its next biggest-yet transatlantic steamboat the Kleptomania, Greeting from the States The roses bloom at Windsor, Across the castle wall, On turret and on terrace, June's velvet shadows fall. The curfew tower is pealing Its chimes with glory ring, AU England's heart is beating One tune—God Save the King! H, for a happy hansom In little old Park Lane, Halted by blooming Bobbies, The sun—and then the rain On helmets’ gleam and glitter Mid belted knights and earls And stern silk-hatted chappies And creamy English girls. The palace pennant flutters, With music on the ai There's pop in Piccadilly And plush in Portman Square. Great joy throughout the Kingdom, From Tooting on to Kew, Your very gracious Majesty, King George—a health to you! The sun shines on St. Jame: Where Tommies guard the The gravel’s in the roadway, While stilled the people wait. Far off—the bugle’s calling The tears to every eye, The nations stand assembled To sce the King ride by. Hark! how the cannon thunders The lion's gentle roar, The earth is all a-tremble To-day from shore to shore. The unicorn is bleating, List to the eagle’s coo, George—from the States, a greeting, Our very best to you! The roses bloom at Windsor, Across the castle wall, On turret and on terrace, June’s velvet shadows fall. The curfew tower is pealing Its chimes with glory ring, All England's heart is beating One tune—Long Live the King! Kate Masterson,