Life, 1913-03-06 · page 61 of 72
Life — March 6, 1913 — page 61: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and light humor** rather than political satire. It contains: **Main Content:** - A lengthy philosophical poem titled "What is Time?" asking various figures (an old man, sages, a dying sinner, celestial bodies, seasons, a lost spirit, and an angel) to define time. It's sentimental verse about mortality and the value of living well—typical of early 20th-century magazine filler. **Advertisements:** - **Paris Garters** (men's garters/sock supporters): The ad's humor is mild—"no metal can touch you"—playing on comfort. A man is shown adjusting his clothing. - **Waterman's Ideal Fountain Pens**: Positioned as gifts for people of "taste, culture and experience." **Humor Sections:** - Two brief jokes: one about a widow's inheritance (she receives nightly visits, a euphemism), and another mocking Irish poverty through height metaphor. **Summary:** This is a typical early 1900s magazine page mixing sentimental poetry, consumer goods advertising, and gentle humor—not political commentary.
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What is Time ? T asked an aged man—a man of cares, Wrinkled and bent, and white with hoary hairs; “Time is the warp of life,” he said— “Oh tell The young, the gay, the fair, to weave it well! I asked the ancient venerable dead, Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled ; From the cold grave a hollow murmur flowed, “Time sowed the seed we reap in this abode! I asked a dying sinner, ere the tide Of life had left his veins—" Time!" he replied, “T've lost it!—ah, the treasure!” and he died. I asked the golden sun, and. silver spheres, Those bright chronometers of days and years; They answered— Time is but a meteor And bade us for cternity prepare. I asked the Seasons, in their annual round Which beautify or desolate the ground ; And they replied (no oracle more wise), “Tis folly’s blank, and wisdom’s high- est prize!” I asked a Spirit lost; but, oh, the shrick That pierced my soul! I shudder while I speak! It cried, “A particle—a speck—a mite Of endless years, duration infinite! animate, my dial T made me this reply— “Time is the season fair of living well, The path of glory, or the path of hell.” I asked my Bible, and methinks it said, bet “Time is the present hour, the past is fled: you. Live! live to-day, to-morrow never yet ‘HERE is a big difference in men’s garters. They may look alike, but they don’t feel and wear alike. PARIS GARTERS have introduced all Choice of People of Taste, Culture ' > fea Z ( } SHO The last word in every success in fountain-pendom is avail- able in Waterman’s Ideals. The universally used, standard type, is pre-eminent; for personal preference these are the most practical Safety and Self-Filling types in the world. The dealer who sells Waterman's Ideals will help you to satisfaction. Be sure of the name in order to get the quality which made fountain pensa necessity. Fromthe Best Stores Everywhere L. E. Waterman Company 173 Broadway, New York Boston, Chicago, Montreal, London, Paris, San Francisco i the best things in men’s garters. f < Wear Paris Garters < A. Stein & Company, Makers Chicago and New York On any human being rose or set.” I asked old Father Time himself, at last, But in a moment he flew swiftly past; His chariot was a cloud, the reinless wind His noiseless steeds, which left no trace behind. I asked the mighty Angel, who shall stand One foot on sea, and one on solid land; “ By heavens, I swear the mystery’s o'er: Time was,” he cried, “but Time shall be no more!” —The Rev. Joshua Marsden, in The Literary Chronicle. Literal A very prominent man recently died and shortly after a friend of the family called to condole with the widow, He had been a very warm friend of the de- s about to depart he “Did Will leave you much?” yes, indeed," responded the widow, “nearly every night.” —Argonaut. A person was boasting that he was sprung from a high family in Ireland “Yes,” said a bystander, “I have seen some of the same family so high that their feet could not touch the ground.” comicbooks.com