Life, 1912-10-10 · page 37 of 48
Life — October 10, 1912 — page 37: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two unrelated items: **"The Boy and the Bomb"** (left column) is a serialized fiction story about revolutionary violence. A boy is coerced by a conspirator to place a bomb at someone's house. The narrative depicts the bombing's explosion and aftermath—apparently the girl and her father survive, though windows are destroyed. This reflects early 20th-century anxieties about anarchist and radical political violence that were genuine threats during this era. **"Which is Chaperon?"** (center-right) is a visual puzzle and advertisement disguised as social commentary. It challenges readers to identify the oldest woman among five—the joke being that cosmetics supposedly make all appear similarly young. The accompanying Pompeian Massage Cream ad argues against artificial beauty products (rouge, cosmetics), paradoxically promoting instead a "natural" cream that aids beauty. This reflects period attitudes skeptical of heavy makeup while marketing skincare as legitimate self-improvement. The page is primarily **advertising content**, not political satire.
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-LIFE: then with his remaining arm, with all his might, he threw the pebbles against the window. The girl started up frightened, and in her haste, with a terrified glance behind her, ran out of the room. The boy sank back, He had fainted. Papal” shouted the girl, “someone is outside. The father, dropping his cigar, has- girl, They stood on the front steps and listened. The moon looked down benignly from overhead. The fleecy clouds, clearing from the late storm, skimmed across the sky. Suddenly there was a loud explosion as if the earth had opened. The win- dows were blown out, The interior of the house back of them was shattered. tened out into the hall. He hurried to the front door, closely followed by the But the girl and her father were safe. (Concluded on puge 1975.) HELEN SUSIE DAPHNE pil confections In each dox—exquisitefrult and nut aod ercam centered choco- tates—each different, each a surprise. ‘Sent ta you without charge It you will pay the pastaze— enclose Ave 2-cent stamps In your letter—and mention your dealer's name. Reymer's Best Chocolates are the product of a Orin that caters to cultivated tastes. Thigh priced, of course, Good chocolates must be. In Pittaburgh, where they are made, they outsell all other candies, And Pittsburgh people are acknowledged Judges of theluxuries of lite, Packed In very handsome boxes—mast suitable for gifts, Wesend you a deseriptive booklet with the sample Dox.” Dealers : Write for particulars, REYMER & BROTHERS 0) 1450 Forbes St., Pittaburg... Pa, The Boy and the Bomb (Continued from page 1971.) Suddenly a hand was laid on his shoulder. He jumped nervously. “Shi” He had been followed and watched. Another member of the circle had To start ton Jus show this puz- zling picture to friends. Answer sent upoa request from a short distance surveyed his hesi- tation with disapproval. “Go!” he muttered, too late.” He silently grabbed the boy by the shoulder, “'St!" he whispered. “Go on!” The boy shook his head. “TL can't,” he replied, “while she’s there. Wait till she gets through.” A strong hand with supple fingers closed over his throat. A short struggle ensucd—the boy to break loose, the man to crush him. Silence. The boy grew limp. He back motionless on the turf. His companion lost no time. He took bomb and crept stealthily for- Phe music went on, Moments passed. Yo movement from the limp form on the turf. * But at last the boy opened his eyes. Where was he? Suddenly he ke or it will be Which is Chaperon? Can you tell which is the oldest—the chaperon? ‘The chaperon looks nearly as young as the girls themselves. Will artificial means thus retain one’s youthful looks? Never! Rouges, cosmetics and such devices do no permanent good, may work serious harm, and, above all, deceive only the user. Pompeian Massage Cream is the natural means to beauty because it aids nature. Use Pompeian and be justly proud of your honest, fresh, youthful appearance. POMPEIAN Massage Cream **Don’t envy a good complexion; use Pompeian and have oue."* iS A Sallow, ‘lifeless’? skin needs waking up; needs ‘ (stamps or coin). incictusrtting ates wcrsnel aPenscim sastice’ as Trial Jar sent for 6c yor year. yeu the cream rubs in and rolls out, the mild friction starts the haveread or heard about Pompeian. You have rosy blood coursing again through “dead” skins. i; meant to try it, but bave delayed. Each day hary unscientifically-made cream can't wake up a” that you delay you make it just 80 much harder skin, Pompeian can. to preserve or regain your youthful good looks. Telltale lines on the face, (of work. worry or oncoming Clip the coupon now w, Then he sprang up. He gazed for- ice) ate olten due to sagsing muscles. These facial muscles peeeeecnnn eacnn an : : a ceases ee as cing he @anrcte get e Out aiong tais iine, All in and matl today ” ward into the darkness. He tried to must be exercised: mast be made strong enough to resist. A Pompeian massage does exercise . ys raise his arm, which swung at his side. and strengthen the muscles of the face toa de- The Pompetan Mfg. Co. 1 . ree not permitted by an ordinary cream. To 23 Prospect St., Cleveland, O. . Themen had broken Eeep ‘away telltale lines many, many years, use P Gentlemen: —Enclosed find 6 cents (stamps ot coin) for a trtal jar of Massage Cream, Pompcian. IMPORTANT. You can't be too careful what you put on your face. Get Pompeian, Accept , The music still pealed forth. The boy crept slowly toward the house. Suddenly he shrunk back as he saw from itation of the original and standard Massage . the cellar wifdow a dark form emerge. 50,000 dealers sell it. Sde, 75¢ and $1. scone No time to lose. The Pompeian Mfg. Co. cfivtissi sis $ asre ; With an utmost effort he reached the : gravel walk—he looked up—her face— | | eee ee Ci. | xun_| comicbooks.com