Life, 1914-09-17 · page 36 of 48
Life — September 17, 1914 — page 36: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and light humor**, not political satire. The content includes: **"Hic Jacet Bones"** — A satirical poem about a "Man About Town" listing life's pleasures (tobacco, whiskey, clubs, romance) before death ("Six feet of sod"). It's social satire mocking the shallow pursuits of urban gentlemen, not political commentary. **Other humor sections** present brief jokes about social climbing ("Circular Evolution" shows a man's rise through a firm), romance, and Scottish dialect humor—typical period magazine filler. **The advertisements** dominate: Egyptian Deities cigarettes, Old Saratoga whiskey, and Cortez cigars. The "Profit Sharing" cartoon shows a man being chased by a dog—likely an ad or unrelated joke. **Context for modern readers**: This reflects early 20th-century male-focused humor celebrating drinking, smoking, and nightlife as markers of sophistication. The ads normalize these vices to "men of brains." There's no evident political meaning—it's commercial content dressed as entertainment.
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matiee'on ied appetizing tonic. | Sample of Beta, in stamps. C. W, Abbott & CONTEMPOR ARIES Hic Jacet Bones Tobacco that won't bite: Non-bilious beer ; A high-ball served just’ right; A boutonniére ; A night off now and then With cards, live coals, Some cozy den, And some good souls: A club or two—the Lambs ‘Or Wolves or Cubs Or Crabs or Clams, Just so they're Clubs; Clothes half-way neat ; Clean linen and a bath; A flice in the Street And—aftermath. Some I O U First nights at Some dreams; some blucs; Some very rainy days; Some fleshly ills; Some wondcrings of God: Some chills; some pills; Six fect of sod. Some graven stones To weight him down, Hic Jacet Bones, Man About Town. —James W. Foley, in Century. nful of Abbott's Bitters with your Grape Fruit bitters by mail. ‘Co,, Baltimore, Md. Circular Evolution “ Jim "—errand-boy. “ Jamcs "—office-boy. “ Brown "—clerk. “Mr. Brown "—head clerk. “ Brown "—junior member of the firm. “ James "—son-in-law of head of firm. “Jim "—head of the firm and power on the street —St, Louis Mirror, Comfort Without Extravagance, Hotel Woodstock, New Yurk. Argument Closed _ Jackson and Johnson are not now on speaking. terms. ‘It all arose as the re- sult of an argument which required some mental calculation, “T tell you,” said Jackson, “that you are altogether wrong in your conclu- sions.” “Pardon me, but I am not,” replied Johnson. “Didn't I go to school, stupid?” al- most roared his opponent. “Yes,” was the calm reply, “and you came back stupid."—Tit-Bits. A Scor of Peebles said to his friend MacAndrew: “Mac, I hear ye have fallen in love wi? bonny Kate McAllister.” Weel, Sanders,” Mac replied, “I wis near—verra near—daein’ it; but the bit lassic had nae siller, so I said to maself, ‘Mac, be a mon.’ And [ wis a mon, and noo I jist pass her by.”—Argonaut. Ouch! To have one’s expectations so rudely shattered when almost at the point of realization! And the ragged gentleman of the road knew a good whiskey when he saw it, tco. When aratoga ae EXTRA FINE ask for WHISKEY and then make sure you get it a real If your dealer hasn't Old Saratoga in stock write us and we will see that you are supplied. Rosskam, Gerstley & Co., Phi'adelphia FOR ‘MEN OF BRAINS IGARS “MADE AT KEY WEST— Special Inducements “What do you want with all those hammocks and phonograph records and fancy groceries?” asked the storekeeper. “Going to have summer boarders?” No,” replied Farmer Corntossel. “I wouldn't waste all them on summer boarders. I'm tryin’ to make the place attractive enough to perstade a few farmhands to linger around an’ help me out with the wheat crop.” —Kansas City Journal. Jinks: What sort of a chap is John- son? Binks: Well, if you ever see two men in a corner, and one looks bored to death, the other is Johnson.—/.ondon Opinion