Life, 1914-10-08 · page 34 of 44
Life — October 8, 1914 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains **humor shorts and a political cartoon** typical of Life's satirical format. The **main cartoon** ("That Bed of Roses") depicts a wounded soldier lying among roses, surrounded by busts of historical figures (appearing to include Caesar, Homer, Dante, and military leaders). The caption asks "Who the deuce left this thorn in here?" This is **WWI-era satire** critiquing the romanticization of war. The busts represent classical ideals of glory and heroism, while the soldier's suffering exposes the harsh reality: war is presented as a "bed of roses" by society and history, but contains deadly "thorns." The cartoon mocks the gap between how nations glorify conflict and soldiers' actual experience. The **surrounding humor shorts** are light domestic and social jokes unrelated to the main cartoon—touching on gravity, mistaken identity, golf etiquette, aging, restaurant service, and courtship. These represent Life's typical mix of gentle comedy reflecting middle-class American life of the period.
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sAUT Scissors AUT NULLUS A Case of Gravity The latest Boston story is about a small child who fell out of a window. A kind-hearted lady came hurrying up with the anxions question, “ Dear, dear! How did you fall?” The child looked up at the questioner and replied, in a voice choked with sobs, “ Vertically, ma'am."—Tit-Bits. A Double Fumble “Who was that tough-looking chap I saw you with to-day, Hicks?” “Be careful, Parker! That was my twin brother.” “By Jove, old chap, forgive me! I ought to. have known.” —Boston Transcript. “Sweantxc doesn’t help to play the game,” said the young minister on the golf links. “Besides, it’s very wicked.” “Tt may be verra wicked, an’ it may no help the playin’, but'it’s a gr-reat aid to conversation,” replied the sophisticated caddy.—Livingston Lance. A GENERAL High Octogenarian Death Rate. “ George,” said Hilda, looking up from the morning paper which she was read- ing, “it says here that another octoge- narian’s dead. What is an octogenarian?” “Well, I don't know what they are, but- they must be very sickly creatures. You never hear of them but they are dying.” —Kansas City Star. News From the Front He had waited thirty minutes for a slow waiter to bring his dinner. “Now,” he said to the waiter, “can you bring me some cheese and coffee?” “Yes, sir; in a minute, sir.” “And,” continued the diner, “ while you are away you might send me a postal card every now and then.” —Woman's Home Companion. Encouraging “But she says she has never given you any encouragement.” “ Did she say that?” “She certainly did.” “ She told me that her uncle was going to leave her a fortune and that he had one foot in the grave. If that is not encouragement, I'd like to know what you call it."—Houston Post. Lire is published every Thursday, simultaneously in the United States, Great Britain, Canada and British Possessions. $5.00 a year in advance. Additional postage to foreign countries in the Postal Union, $1.04 a year; to Canada, 52 cents. Single current copies, 10 cents. Back numbers. after three months from date of publication, 25 cents. Isies prior to 1910 out of print, i i The tert and illustrations in Live are copyrighted. For Reprint Rights in Great Britain apply to Lire, 114 Southampton Row, London, W. C. Live. is for sale by all newsdealers in Great Britain and may be obtained from bool sellers in all the principal cities of the world. The foreign trade supplied from Live's House, Breams Buildings, London, E. C. by stamped and addressed London Office, Rolls bution twill be returned unless accompanied does not hold itself responsivle for the loss or non-return of unso- Ucited contributions. Prompt notification should be sent by subscribers of any change of address. THAT BED OF ROSES “WHO THE DEUCE LEFT TIS THORN IN HERE a” 3&3 eer oY comicbooks.com