Life, 1914-04-30 · page 11 of 44
Life — April 30, 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top illustration depicts a group of men in what appears to be a ship's cabin or quarters, with the caption attributing dialogue to "Josephine Daniels." The sketch satirizes a naval or maritime setting, though the specific political reference is unclear without additional context. Below this, a lengthy prose section quotes the *Enquirer* challenging regional identity—specifically debating whether one's allegiance lies with New England, New York, the Coast, or the broader nation. This appears to address early 20th-century American regionalism and questions of national versus local loyalty. The bottom photograph labeled "Sweethearts" shows two figures in an intimate moment, likely illustrating social commentary on courtship or relationships of the era.
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Josephine Daniels: NOW, BOYS, NOTHING BUT WATER AFTER THIS. 1 Say IT, AND 1 KNOW freeze. The Coast must be full of New Englanders, and they must be very happy there where the ground gives up casily and the frost does not bite, and a good man can entertain a few delusions without much risk. ‘AYJE believe in ourselves and our country,” says the Enquirer. Good, sir, Which country is it that you believe in, the United States or The Coast? How do you define, how delimit, your country? That is quite important. You speak of New England “before her fall”, and you generously allot her New York. How much more? Does your fallen New England region ex- tend now to the Mississippi River? To the Rocky Mountains? When you believe in your country do you believe in fallen New England and fallen New York as a part of it, or do you exclude them? And why are you as you are?) Why does the Coast stir and affect people as it does? What makes you different with this curious difference? Is it soil? Is it climate? Is it youth? Or is it something that comes to you in the air that blows across the South Seas from the Oldest Continent? “We believe,” you say “that the hope of national progress lies in western mentality and force.” Yes, yes; but your mentality, your force, is it west- ern, or has it come to you out of the Everlasting East? E. S. Martin. The Child Hert of the world, I hold thee— 4° see Here on the beating heart of me, That aches—that aches with the love of thee! Blossom of life from a fairyland, How can I make thee understand My spirit lies in thy tiny hand? All of thee—mine—to save and keep, Mine in thy waking, mine in sleep, Mine is the grief and the yoy to reap. Won from the chance that set thee free, Won from the pain that silenced me, Woe for the dreams and the years to be! Words how vain that would fain re- peat Aught of the joys that haste and beat At the touch of thee, my flow’r!—my sweet! Nearer and nea er to repose, Petal on petal, little rose, Ask God if I love thee—ah, He knows! Heart of the world, I hold thee—see Here on the beating heart of me, That aches,—that aches with the love of thee! Leolyn Louise Everett. SWEETHEARTS comicbooks.com