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This page is primarily **advertising**, not satire or political commentary. The left column contains a brief news item about Thomas St. John Gaffney, a U.S. consul general in Munich, Germany, returning home. The text suggests he should remain neutral "especially in war times"—likely referencing World War I tensions, though the specific context is unclear. Below that is a cruise ship advertisement. The dominant content is a **Whitman's chocolate advertisement** featuring a product box and detailed copy emphasizing nationwide distribution through agents. A small illustration at the top left ("Sir, You Forget Yourself") appears to be unrelated filler, showing a man and woman in period dress—its meaning or source is unclear from this page alone. This is characteristic of *Life*'s mixed editorial-advertising format of the era.

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Uisdfoe LGeeae 1" “SIR, YOU FORGET YOURSELF” Good Riddance THOMAS ST. JOHN GAFFNEY, lately United States Consul Gen- eral at Munich, Germany, is coming home. Since the war began he has been strongly anti-English and pro- German, and there have been many complaints about his pro-German ardor. Consuls and consuls-general should be strictly neutral, especially in war times, and should be polite and help- ful to all comers who have a claim on them, Mr. Gaffney seems to have been neither neutral nor polite. Mr. Jeremiah Leary and the friends of peace ought to arrange a reception for him when he gets here. every where There is a reason second only to the high quality of Whitman's for the national vogue of these sweets: From Maine to California, Whitman’s are as convenient to obtain as they are delightful to eat. This fact may not be so surprising in the great metropolitan centers where it is accepted as a matter of course that there is a Whitman's Agent in virtually every neighborhood. But inthe more remote places candy of the finest grades is by no means so usual. It is here that the triumph of Whitman's is even more apparent. Direct to our Agents everywhere go these sweets, by frequent fast shipments. Be it village, be it city, no matter where you see the sign of a Whitman’s Agent, there you will obtain sweets which are the last word for quality—fresh, dainty, and with all their original delicacy of flavor. Whitman's are the national sweets. Look on the bottom of the package for list of contents, Contents of this package of Nuts Chocolate Covered: Double Pecan, White Nougat. Triple Almonds, Amaracenes, Filbert Clusters, Pecans, Almonds, Filberts, Pistachio Clusters, Almond Dates, RAYMOND- WHITCOMB CRUISES TO THE West Indies, Panama, the Central Ameri- can Wonderland and the Spanish Main Tropical Cruises de Luxe of twenty-four days’ duration sailing from New York Jan. 29, Feb. 12 and March 11, by the beautiful American sisterships “PASTORES and TENADORES” under the American Flag Remarkable and comprehensive tours to SOUTH AMERICA Janvary 15th, February 2nd, Sth, 16th and 26th, 1916 Weekly Tours to California on the Highest Plane of Travel Send for Booklet desired RAYMOND & WHITCOMB COMPANY 17 Temple Place, Boston New York Chicago Philadelphia San Francisco Peanut Clusters, Nut Bricks, Pecan Caramels, Brittle Peanut, Brazil Nuts. Should you not know your Whitman's Agent send us a dollar with directions for forwarding this package. Ask us, of nearest, Whitman's sales agency for booklet: “Whitman's for Every Occasion.” STEPHEN F. WHITMAN & SON, Inc., Philadelphia, U. S. A. Makers of Whitman's Instantaneous Chocolate, Cocoa and Marshmallow Whip Miss Mitty was rather a_ talkative young lady. Her bosom friend, having missed her for some time, called to find out the reason. “No, mum, Miss Milly is not in,” the maid informed her. “She has gone to the class.” “Why, what class?” inquired the caller in surprise. “Well, mum, you know Miss Milly is getting married soon, so she’s taking a course of lessons in domestic silence.” —Tit-Bits. The Time Is Coming Oh, mother, please, mother, come home with me now; the afternoon's slipping by fast; you said you were coming right home from the polls as soon as your ballot was cast. Poor father came home for his dinner at noon, and not a mouthful to eat could he find; and the words he let out as he slammed the front door left a strong smell of brimstone behind. —Indianapolis Star, comicbooks.com