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This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Life magazine: **"The Proving of Patriotism"** is a poem mocking hollow patriotism. It contrasts Civil War veterans who sacrificed limbs and eyesight in actual battle with children injured by fireworks during Fourth of July celebrations—yet treated as equivalently "patriotic." The satire suggests parents are negligently allowing children to be maimed while claiming patriotic fervor, exposing the hypocrisy of celebrating national holidays through dangerous practices. **"What They Gave the Porter"** is a light anecdote about a Pullman porter's cheeky request for "anything you see fit," which a passenger interprets literally by giving him cheers instead of money—a joke about class relations and misunderstanding. The page also contains typical period advertisements (Welch's Grape juice, Abbott's Bitters, and a "Sexology" book), along with brief humor columns about Philadelphia society and London customs. The overall tone is satirical commentary on American social conventions and pretenses.

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mor cents, in stamps, : The Proving of Patriotism (A Fourth of July Meditation) “T gave an arm for the dear old Flag,” Said a veteran from Bristol ; And I lost mine,” said a little lad, “When I fired off my pistol.” “I'm lame, you see,” said a soldier man From the little town of Packer; “And I can’t walk,” said a little lad, “Since I lit that cannon cracker.” “T lost my sight at Gettysburg,” Said a hero from Toledo; “And I've been blind,” said a little girl, “Since I threw that old torpede.” “T lost my son on the battle-feld,” id a man from Desolation; “And mine was killed,” and a mother sighed, “At a village celebration.” “Ah, war is game! hell! and the powder Said a man from Wisdom City. But the kids don’t know, and the father’s blind, And the mother, more’s the pity! —Charles Irvin Junkin in The Woman's Home Companion, What They Gave the Porter On his recent trip to California Bert Walker says the Pullman porter acted as though he wanted something passengers. “What do you want?” Bert asked him anything you see fit replied the porter. “All right,” said Bert. give the porter three cheers. did.—Kansas City Journal. from the to give, “Boys, let's And they Wine Jelly when flavored with Abbott's Bitters is made e delightful and healthful. Sample of bitters by mail, 25 C. W. Abbott & Co,, Baltimore, Md. A Happy Marriage Depends largely on a know)- edge of the whole truth about self and sex and their relation to life and health. This knowledge does not come intelligently of itself, nor correctly from ordinary, every-day sources. SEXOLOGY . (Utlustrated) by William H. Walling, A.M., M.D., imparts in a clear, wholesome way in one volume owledge a Young Mai Khowledse a Yous Hus man should f PASO Impart to F Should Have. Allin one volume. ted, $2, postpal Weite tor “Outer Veople's Opinions and Table ot Coster Tall glass, chunk of ice, fill glass half full : ? of Welch's = add charged water. Result — Welcin Grape Ball A Man's Drink Get the Welch: habit — it’s one that won't get you. In London Town Recutar Customex: I shall want a large quantity of flowers from you next for ty ‘daughter's coming-out owerR Woman: Y. mum. shall ‘ave the very best for ‘er, Wot were she put in for? —Punch, You pore dear. ‘The no grease complexion cream, Test perfumed. stamp. Antoalo Leza, Box 721, Havana, Cuba. One Didn't Count Mayor Blankenburg, at a dinner in Philadelphia, praised the Quaker City ardently. @T suse even pratense sad withia smile, “our exelusiveness—we carry it so far, you know. Birth is not enough with us; residence is equally important, they who live above Market Street Here, is exclusive- ness with a vengea “They tell a story about a dinner in Rittenhouse Square. At this dinner, as the fish course began, one woman whis- pered to another ‘Dear are doomed, me, there are thirteen at at the other smiled and answered calmly : ‘Compose yourself, my dear Mrs. Cadbiddleder Waddle. Mrs. North-Broad of us. —N woman is not really one She lives up- town, you know. ¢ York Tribune, Kicker: So Jones has a great inven- tion? Bocker: Yes; an umbrella handle that retains the fingerprints —New York Sun, Caront Bi the field, still Oct. C, Blache & Co., Have stood the test of time, tisfy yourself—we know, Broad St., New York, Gen'l Distre First ia [Suddenly Hrom eve fRim-Cut f Inthe has incre has trebl Almost [ell of Tir tall for tl comicbooe