Life, 1912-06-27 · page 31 of 45
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This is a humorous essay (not a political cartoon) satirizing the lazy, self-indulgent Sunday morning routine of a wealthy male author. The joke relies on the contrast between the title's grandiose suggestion and the petty vanities described: sleeping late, admiring himself in mirrors, comparing his "dimpling curves" to those in newspapers, and spending considerable time on grooming before finally facing his family. The satire targets masculine vanity and the contradiction between pretensions to intellectual greatness and trivial morning habits. The mention of sitting for sculptor Rogers and being modeled as an "iron hitching post" adds absurdist humor about artistic pretension. The page also contains period advertisements (Milo cigarettes, Coca-Cola) unrelated to the essay's satire. The date appears early 20th century based on style and references.
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The Sabbath of a Great Author I awake at an unearthly hour on Sun- day morning, after which I turn over and go to sleep again, This second, or heauty sleep, I find to be almost invalua- ble. I do it also with much more earn- estness and expression than that in the carlier part of the night. All the other people in the house gradually wake up as I begin to get in my more fancy strokes. By eight o'clock everybody is stirring, ond so I get up and glide about in my pajamas, which makes me look almost like the “ Clemenceau Case” in search of an engagement. Mr. Rogers is going to have me sit to him in my pajamas for a group of stat- vary. He also wishes to model an iron hitching post from me. On waking 1 at once take to my tub and give myself a good cold bath. I then put in my teeth. After doing some little studies in chiropody I throw a silk-velvet dressing gown over my shoulders and look at my bright and girlish beauty in a full-length mirror, comparing the dimpling curves, as I see them reflected, with those shown in the morning paper. After reading a little from the chess column of some good author, I descend to the salon and greet my family smil- ingly in order to open the day auspicious- ly. We all then sing around the parlor The “Different” Cigarette I am the logical escort for the after dinner demi-tasse of the epicure. MILO THE SURBRUG COMPANY, New York IW There never was a thirst that Coca-Cola couldn’t satisfy. It goes, straight as an ar- row, to the dry spot. And besides this, — BC satisfies to a T the call for something purely delicious and deli- ciously pure—and whole- some. * Delicious Refreshing Demand the Genuine for the asking. as made by THE COCA-COLA COMPANY ATLANTA, GA. ‘Whenever you see an Arrow think of Coca-Cola. [by ‘CA organ a little pxan, entitled “It's Funny When You Feel That Way.” We now go to the breakfast room, where the children are taught to set aside the daintiest bits for papa, because he might die some time, and then it would be a life-long regret to those who are spared that they did not give him the tender part of the steer or the sec- ond joint of the hen. After breakfast, which consists of chops, hashed brown potatoes, muffins and coffee, preceded by cantaloup or baked beans, we proceed to quarrel over who shall go to church and who shall remain at home to keep the cattle out of the corn, We then go to church, those who can, at least, whilst the others remain and read something that is improving. Sometimes I shave myself on Sunday mornings. Then it takes me quite a while to get back into a religious frame (Continued on page 1317) BRIDGE WHIST ACCESSORIES, Forma Libe comicbooks.com