Life, 1911-08-24 · page 37 of 40
Life — August 24, 1911 — page 37: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct elements: **"Mad Dog!" News Story**: A satirical account of mob hysteria in Brooklyn where a frightened spaniel wearing a collar is chased by 200 people and youths shouting "Kill him!" Police arrive ready to shoot, but Officer Walsh recognizes the dog isn't rabid—it's simply terrified. When he asks if anyone was actually bitten, none had been. The satire targets mass panic and mob mentality: people's irrational fear overtaking reason and compassion, with the crowd still demanding the harmless dog be killed anyway. **"A Good Shot" Anecdote**: A brief joke about a dignified Senator learning golf, striking dirt instead of the ball, then asking "What have I bit?" The caddy sarcastically replies he's hit "De District of Columbia"—satirizing the Senator's incompetence and perhaps corruption affecting the nation's capital. **Schlitz Beer Advertisement**: Dominates the right side, emphasizing "cleanliness" and purity through brown bottle protection. A small cartoon shows someone joking about seasick sailors—appears unrelated padding.
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“Mad Dog!” A terrified silken-coated spaniel wear- ing a neat leather collar fled for its life last night along Ridgewood Avenue in Cypress Hills from two hundred boys and young men, who yelled: “Kill him! Mad dog! The foremost pelted the little animal with whatever missiles they could lay hands on, One young woman kicked at the dog when it ran to her side and en- deavored to hide from its assailants. It yelped with terror and ran on. Finally the boys cornered the dog in the front yard of a house at Hale and Ridgewood avenues. Just then Bicycle Policeman Harry Walsh, of the Liberty Avenue Station, rode up with a side partner. He was excitedly told that a lot of pcople—at least six—had been torn by the dog. “Kill him*or others'Il get bit, too,” shouted one youth. The policemen drew their pistols, re- solved to protect the community from the maddened brute, and with the weap: ons held ready forced their way to th fence and looked into the yard. There huddled in a corner was the little dog. trembling with fright. Its eyes con tained an eloquent plea for mercy, and it extended its paw. Walsh walked into the yard and took the dog in his arms. “If there’s any madncss around here it's in you peopl told the crowd “This little pup isn’t mad. You've sim: ply got it scared to death. And I bet none has been bitten by him.” No one had been bitten, so far as could be discovered. “Kill him anyhow,” suggested one of the youngsters —New York Times. A Good Shot DIGNIFIED Senator decided to fol- low the prevailing Washington fashion and learn golf, It was a dis- tressing time for the caddy. Strikin too low with his iron, the great man made the dirt fly. “What have I bit?” With infinite scorn the boy replied, “De District of Columbia.”"—Success. I" it getting so now that an honest trust is afraid to go home in the dark.—IWashington Post. Made Pure Kept Pure It’s the Brown Bottle Cleanliness is a science where Schlitz. is brewed. We filter even the air where the beer is cooled. Then we filter the beer. Then we sterilize every bottle. We go to Bohemia for hops. Our barley is selected by a partner in our business. The water is brought from rock 1,400 feet underground. Our yeast is produced forever from the same mother cell. Schlitz beer is sent to you in Brown Bottles, protecting its purity from the brewery to your glass. Light starts decay even in pure beer. Dark glass gives protection against light. If you knew what we know about beer, you would say, ‘Schlitz— | Schlitz in Brown Bottles.” See that crown or cork is branded *‘Schlitz."” | Order a case from your dealer today. | | The Beer That Made Milwaukee Famous “on! HOW I PITY THOSE POOR SAILORS. IT MUST BE AWFUL TO BE SEASICK ALL ONE'S Lire.” 325 comicbooks.com