Life, 1915-02-11 · page 9 of 44
Life — February 11, 1915 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"The Elopement"** (left): A dark photograph showing a couple in what appears to be a nighttime escape scene. The caption quotes Sally warning "Henry" not to look up, suggesting a humorous take on a runaway marriage scenario. 2. **"Song"** (top right): A poem by Leelyn Louise Everett lamenting lost youth and forgotten "elins' play," reflecting nostalgic themes common to the era. 3. **"Unemployed"** (bottom): An essay discussing unemployment as a social problem, arguing that jobless men remain "useful" to society and that employers and policymakers fail those seeking work. This reflects early-20th-century concerns about labor and economic productivity. 4. **Bottom cartoon**: A widow at a graveyard, humorously questioning whether a gravedigger named Tom can maintain her family plots—domestic satire about responsibility.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
THE ELOPEMENT Sally (in a stage whisper): DON'T YOU DARE LOOK uP, HENRY! Unemployed A unemployed man is one who is consuming enough to keep him alive, but not enough to make him happy. Hi losing the great moral effect and mental satisfaction of knowing that he is a functioning and useful part of the world’s machinery. Some employer is losing the profit that is always pre- sumed to accrue from an employee. Society is losing the benefit of the produc- tion that would come from the labor of this unemployed man. Indeed, we have never seen the claim that anybody is benefited by enforced idleness, except, perhaps, for recreative and recuperative purposes, and yet our feeble political economists and our statesmen are unable to devise a system by which men who want to work can work. FASHION NOTE “WINTER NOVELTH Ti lity chimes its silver belts From dawn to dawn, the fairies say. Love, have we grown so old and grey We have forgot the elfins’ play And what their music tells? The sky is turquoise blue above. Why do we fling the hours aw Since 'tis for happiness we pray, My dearest, why do we d To grant a little time to lov Leolyn Louise Everett, Widow: 1 WONDER IP TOM WOULD EXPECT ME TO KEEP ALL OF HIS GRAVES GREEN?