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This Life magazine page (page 371) is primarily **advertising and light editorial content** rather than political satire. **Left column:** Features a Dior-Kiss perfume ad and a poem titled "Cupid Exposed" by Ira Kellerman—romantic doggerel about Cupid's arrow and marriage, typical magazine verse of the era. Below is a W.P. Willis & Co. advertisement for wool fabrics for tailors. **Center/Right:** A large Firestone Tire & Rubber Co. advertisement showcasing their manufacturing facilities in Akron, Ohio, emphasizing production capacity and consistent quality/value. **Bottom:** An article titled "Is There No Hope?" discussing American attitudes toward the British aristocracy, referencing "An Englishman in America" from the London *Spectator*. The page reflects early-20th-century consumer culture and Anglo-American social commentary rather than partisan political satire.

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Gs mandaines tant de Paris que de Dlew York chantent bs fauanges du parfum Djer- jewomen of both Paris York sing the praises of Djer-Kiss Extract, Suchet, Face and Faleum Powder Atalldealers, Send fe. for Sample of Extract Alfred H. Smith Co., 41 West 33d St., New York Cupid Exposed We've heard, you know, that Cupid's bow Caused men and mards to marry; His wingéd shaft would drive one daft, ‘Twas uscless to be wary This pretty tale is but a veil That Cupid has quite handy To keep cach scout from finding out His modus operandi. He cries,“ Dost spy the arrow fly And not a moment later He springs the thing that brings the ring. That prestidigitator! Yea, verily, propinquity Is all there 1s about it. A day, an hour, and love's in flower: Real sentiment? I doubt it. Oh, swiftly loose that fatal noose, Propinquity’s dread halter! For when it’s on, you're surely gone— The next thing is the altar Ivy Kellerman, N behalf of the: leading custom tailors of the United States we invite you to view their show- ing of Willis wool-, ens for Fall and Winter, 1911-1912. W.P.Wittis & C? New York ——_— imporTEeRsS ‘sported fabrics bearing the Willis mark are to be had only of Custom Tailors—Never in Ready-made Clothing. Is There No Hope? Under the title “An Englishman in America,” a writer in the London New Age offers the following pertinent re- marks. The thought is not wholly new, but is worth pondering. After com- menting on the heralded “ Passing of the Idle Rich,” he says: The wonder is that the American people put up with the plebeian vulgarity of the Jrotoceat as long as they did. The dense illiteracy of the typical American Plutocrat is a notorious fact. Then why was he wor- shipped, as something more than common clay? + This is a mystery. Anyhow, the sim m1 ple fact that he was worshipped by the vast majority of the pecple, and that he is even now regarded with envious eyes by thou- sands, is enough to prove that the thing called Democracy has not existed in America since Lincoln's day. It is hollow mockery for Americans to use the word except in allusion to the past. But come, old chap! How about the future? How about the future? Is there no hope—no hope at all? Tur more questions a woman asks the fewer answers she remembers, —Wasp. comicbooks.com