Life, 1915-10-28 · page 7 of 52
Life — October 28, 1915 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising**, not political satire. The main content is a Kissel Motor Car Company advertisement promoting their "All-Year Car" — a vehicle with interchangeable tops for different seasons (closed sedan for winter, open touring car for summer). The left column contains the conclusion of an article titled "Mr. Wendell's France," a travel narrative describing the author's visit to a Parisian philanthropic restaurant. The text describes encountering General priestesses and discusses the spiritual atmosphere of the establishment. The page also includes smaller advertisements for a Peveroux radiator heater and Cortez cigars. There is no political cartoon or satire present—this is a standard magazine page mixing editorial content with period automotive and consumer product advertising.
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Mr. Wendell’s France (Continued from page 783) lurched into a restaurant—at least it seemed like a restaurant, though a sort of verger who sat in a sentry box near the entry made me guess that it might be a Nonconformist church of some kind. . A yellow ticket was put into my hand, covered with Masonic signs. I instinctively tried to avoid the ticket, Lut, seeing that the act of receiving it had apparently some religious signifi- cance, and not wishing to hurt any one’s feelings, 1 submitted. It appeared that I had walked into one of the eating places established out of philanthropic motives by the excellent Mr. Duval. The place was divided into pews and was full of vestal virgins—women of forty-two and a half years of age, who wore caps and aprons and who were evi- dently Protestants. They were, no doubt, the thmarried aunts of all the peasant-born shop clerks in Paris. The restaurant of the Union Station in Boston, some of whose sibyls have been known and venerated by me dur- ing the last forty years, cannot show a more august and pleasing phalanx of virtuous womanhood than did this temple of domestic purity into which [ had stumbled. It was indeed a res- taurant; yet how different from one of those sensual establishments where melons and salmon excite the eye, where chasseurs abduct the walking stick and straw hat in order to hold them for ransom, where shameless vice lolls against the mirrors and the hun- dred-frane banknote melts into change that is absurd, insignificant, lamentable! A Car for Every Month in the Year THE ALL-YEAR Car, a Kissel idea, supplies for the first time the comfortable and continuous every day. use of one car the year ‘round without sacrificing appearance or refinement. A closed car in winter—a touring car in summer. KISSELKAR. ALL-YEAR. Car The new ALL-YEAR Cars—a Five-passenger Touring Car with Sedan Top and Four-passenger Roadster with Coupe Top—have captured motordom. Kissel Tops can be quickly attached or detached in your own garage as often as KEEP YOUR MOTOR WARM & Radiator and Garage Heater DIRECT HEATING SYSTEM BURNS KEROSENE made for gas and electricity. @ a current of w in water circul ie system of motor. Solves the cold garage problem. Keeps the auto warm in the coldest Write for descriptiv: Kterature, addressing rept. P. ROSE MFG. CO. 910 Arch Street Phila., U.S. A. CWE (GAS “MADE AT KEY WEST— In this temple where I found myself a hundred-franc banknote would last one a month—and any evil-minded man who should enter the place would be- come soothed, deodorized, neutralized and made civil by the mere aspect of those Genevan priestesses, each with her steel stylus hanging by her side. With these instruments, their steel styluses, the sybils wound the yellow tickets, marking them with symbols which seem to record the moral status weather conditions dictate, Prices range from $1050 to $2000. Agencies in all leading cities, Literature on request. KISSEL MOTOR CAR COMPANY 418 KISSEL AVENUE of the eater’s soul. Rhadamanthus sits at the entrance to receive again the sacred tablets duly scored, and the de- parting pilgrim drops a few pennies before the shrine of another deity— Isis, perhaps—who thrones nearby. Thoughts of purity and of goodness passed through my mind—thoughts I had known but could not place—and then the illumination came. It was here. I had found it—here was the France of Barrett Wendell. comicbooks.com HARTFORD, WIS.