Life, 1912-10-31 · page 40 of 44
Life — October 31, 1912 — page 40: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct items: **Left side:** A billiards/pool table advertisement featuring a comic illustration of a father losing a game to his son ("I've got you beaten, Dad"), used to promote Burrowes brand tables for home use. **Bottom left:** A Civil War anecdote about Reverend Joseph Twitchell, a Union chaplain who finds a dying soldier's money and is shocked when the soldier bets him ten dollars that he'll survive—and does. It's a sentimental "pluck" story emphasizing resilience. **Right side:** A large advertisement for *Metropolitan* magazine featuring a caricatured figure (appears to be a wealthy businessman or magnate) holding text about "The Baseball Trust by a Club-Owner," referencing contemporary concerns about monopolistic control of professional baseball by team owners—a real political issue of the early 1900s. The page mixes humor, advertising, and social commentary typical of *Life* magazine's format during this era.
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SRE” “Tve got you Been Dad Missed! One poor shot, and the game islost! Suchexciting. # are one reason ntense fascination of Billiards and Pool. You can have in your own home a BURROWES Billiard and Pool Table and play while you are paying for tt. No special room ts needed. The Burrowes Table can be set ‘on your dining-room or library table of mounted on Its own lees | ‘of compactly folding stand. Only @ moment 1s required to set It up of to take It down and set It out of the way. Sizes range up to4} x 9 feet Gtandard), All balls, cuca, etc., free. 163 Tables are used for home practice by some of the | foremost professionals. The mast delicate shots, calling for skill of the highest type, can be executed with the utmost accuracy. $102 DOWN Prices are $15, $25, $35, $50, $60, $70, ete., on terms of $1 oF tno! all ‘amount each month. E—fim receipt of fit tasta! 7 Saved by Sheer Pluck The Rev. Joseph H. Twitchell, for nearly fifty years pastor of the Asylum Hill Congregational Church in Hartford, saw three years of service in the Civil ar as chaplain of the Seventy-first New York Regiment. In the course of his service Mr, Twitchell’s experiences were, of course, many and varied. One of them, of a serio-comic nature, has been recently made public. After a cerjain fight the surgeon told the chaplain that one poor fellow was quite beyond hope. The chaplain leaned over the dying soldier. “Well, my dear fellow.” he began in a voice of deep emotion, “you are very badly wounded, and if you have anything to say or any word that you want sent to your family, tell me now.” The poor fellow understood. “ My in- side coat pocket,” he breathed painfully The chaplain felt a pocketbook there and took it out. “Is that what you want?” “Yes,” was the faint reply. “Open in” “Here is a ten dollar bill, Is that what you want?” “Yes.” Then the soldier said in a whisper: “ Bet you that that I don’t dic.” And he did not.—New York Sun. Too Much for George King George, being very fond of Mr. Whiston, celebrated for his various stric- tures on religion, happened to be w ing with him one day in Hampton Court Gardens during the heat of his persecu tion. As they were talking upon the sub- ~“ X y N v \s “ What shall I do with it?” THE BASEBALE TRUST BYJA CLUB-OWNER ject his Majesty observed: “That how. ever right he might be in his opinions, it would be better if he kept them to himself.” “Is your Majesty really serious in your advice swered the old man “TL really am,” replied the King “Why, then,” says) Whiston, “had Martin Luther been of this way of think. where would your Majesty have been at this time?” if M : Novernbe* N \ comicbooks.com