Life, 1912-02-08 · page 11 of 44
Life — February 8, 1912 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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**Top Section - "L'Envoi of Women's Bridge":** A poem celebrating women bridge players, with an illustration showing a menacing figure (appears to be Death or the Devil, labeled "Sherman" and "Anti-Trust") looming over a woman playing cards. The satire suggests that bridge—a popular parlor game among upper-class women—will outlast serious concerns like business monopolies and financial regulation. **Bottom Section - "Preposterous!":** A brief comedic dialogue between a patient and doctor about medical fees, mocking the doctor's defensive position. **"Life's Presidential Candidates":** Satirical endorsement of Dr. Harvey W. Wiley for presidency, praising his expertise in food safety and regulation—suggesting he's more qualified than typical politicians to address real problems.
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-LIFE: 295 Tiina CET UMMA (re WANTED—AN INTERPRETER Life’s Presidential Candidates OR the Presidency in 1912 we beg leave to present the name of Dr. Harvey W. Wiley. If pure food, why not pure politics? If Dr. Wiley can down the food adul- terators, why can’t he down the financial adulterators? Isn't it after all not so much a question of knowledge as of point of view? No man is better qualified than he to grapple with our present state of embalmed politics and force out of cold storage the many decayed issues which have reposed there so long. It is impossible to listen to a political speech nowadays without quickly reaching the conclusion that our politics contain much artificial coloring matter. Not only that, but they are also incorrectly labelled. Dr. Wiley is the man. To the pure food expert all is pure. Honi soit qui mal y pense. OTOR and the world motors with you. Aviate and you aviate alone. L’Envo1 of Women’s Bridge HEN Earth's last Bridge Game is finished, and Earth's Last Rubber is done, When the oldest “ Shark” has been beaten, and the youngest “ Fiend” has won, We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it,—sit down for a rubber oF two, Till the Hostess of all Bridge Parties shall give us a deal anew. Then we who play well shall be happy,—we shall deal from a golden pack, And hold a hundred aces, and no card less than a Jack; And all of our contracts shall prosper, and all our finesses succeed, And we'll hoard our trumps like a miser, and never return a lead. And only our partners shall profit, and only opponents go broke,— And no one shall frown on “ post mortems,” and no one shall notice revoke. But each, in her feminine fashion, unheeding the other's complaint, Shall play the Game as she sees it, by the Laws of Bridge as it ain't! CW. Preposterous ! ATIENT (fecbly): Doctor, my wife says that you have charged too much for operating on me. Tue Doctor: But, my dear sir, you don't mean to tell mz that you would take your wife's opinion as to your valuc? FIGURES OF SPEECH “AW!YLL BET YE A MILLION DOLLARS IT AIN’T”