Life, 1912-08-01 · page 35 of 40
Life — August 1, 1912 — page 35: what you’re looking at
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This page (from 1935) contains three distinct pieces: **Top Left - "Manager McGraw" Verse**: A brief poem about baseball manager John McGraw, praising "Rad-Bridge" (likely a card game) as superior to baseball. This is light sports satire. **Center - "The Summer Outing"**: A humorous translated excerpt from Hungarian writer Victor Rokosi describing the absurd experience of Hungarian resort vacations—fighting duels with strangers, encountering aggressive cows, and enduring poor accommodations—yet returning annually to repeat the cycle. It satirizes how people romanticize terrible vacation experiences. **Right Side - Advertisements**: Two ads (Indestructo Luggage and Welch's Grape Juice) and a short humorous item called "The Nutshell" about a suburban Chicago homeowner who renamed his villa from "The Nutshell" to "Sylvan Nook" because neighborhood boys kept ringing the doorbell asking if "the colonel" was home—a joke playing on the double meaning of "nutshell." The page is primarily advertising-focused with light satirical content supporting product promotion.
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MANAGER McURAW, ‘Then up spake manager McGraw In a voice resembling @ roar, “Say, base ball ain't in It With’ 'Rad-Bridge’ a minute, plays to the score.” YING CARDS The Summer Outing (How the Hungarians enjoy themselves at summer resorts is shown in the follow- jing extract from a Hungarian writer) One year we went to a very fashion- able resort. There I had to fight four one with a gentleman who stared at my wife, one with a gentle- man at whose wife I stared, the third with the physician of the place, who gathered practice by forcing duels on the guests, and the fourth with the director of the place, because | re- marked on the poor quality of’ the food. The next year we went to a water- ing-place of the second class. There was nothing to eat and drink but bit- ter cheese and sweet milk. Further- more, the town had a dispute with the manager of the summer hotel, and so the farmers drove their cattle across the promenade. For two months it was the chief business of my life to fight cows, and to this day if I meet a cow 1 give her a push, and if a cow meets me she runs, The next summer we tried Buda- kezs. But there the guests had a fair every night for the benefit of Suabian children, for whom boots and shoes were to be procured, although they looked upon the articles with in- creased mistrust. . . . And then in the autumn we come . back, worn out, to our dear old Buda- pest, and sing the praises of our sum- mer resort so vigorously that in the course of a fortnight we really begin to believe we have had a good time. During the third week we commence reviling the capital, and next summer we flee to the country again. —From the Hungarian by Victor Rokosi. INDEStrucTg LUGGAGE You May Put Off the Indestructo Day for a While—but, Sooner or Later, Your Search for Travel Comfort will Lead You Straight to Indestructo Luggage. Ordinary Luggage can, at the best, give you only ordinary service. Old-style trunk construction is not expected to long resist the steady strains of travel. Indestructo is a process by which trunks are made without a joint. Indestructo signalizes those sturdy built- in qualities that make for thousands and thousands of miles of sincere service. Indestructo means that your trunk is guaranteed for five long years of honest wear. Indestructo is your insurance that if your trunk does not “make good” you will get a new one free. You will not be fair to yourself or your pocketbook if you buy a trunk that protects you less carefully. Don’t wait till some ordinary jolt plays “hare and hounds” with your belongings. Write today for our Travel Book and learn more about the Indestructo line. NATIONAL VENEER PRODUCTS CO. 321 Beiger St. MISHAWAKA, INDIANA ’ ,and better by adding to each quart The Nutshell The residents of a certain suburb of Chicago were for a time governed by a passion for giving sweet, poctical names one glass of to their “estates.” There was one such Welclhrvs | Grape Juice man who built a handsome villa,<calling it The Nutshell.” To the surprise of all, therefore, the name was one day sud- denly changed to “ Sylvan Nook{" and a flood of inquiries soon began to your in. “Why have you given your héme a a friend asked. “What was the matter with ‘The Nutshell?” “T sickened of being joshed about it,” said the owner, with a sigh. “There ta boy within two miles hereabouts who hasn't stopped and rung the door- bell to ask if the colonel was in.” —Lippincott’s. The National Drink It is a fitting refreshment for a large or small occasion. comicbooks.com