Life, 1915-11-04 · page 41 of 56
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This page is primarily **advertising and book reviews**, not political satire. The "Rhymed Reviews" section critiques Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel *The Lost Prince*—a romantic fantasy about exiled Samavian mountaineers awaiting their hidden prince. The poem summarizes the plot: young Marco Loristan in London helps orchestrate his father's liberation of the fictional kingdom Samavia, only to discover his father is actually the rightful king, making Marco himself Prince Ivor. The satirical element is mild—the review gently mocks the melodramatic, wish-fulfillment nature of Burnett's tale: ancient prophecies, secret princely lineages, and triumphant liberation. This was Burnett's popular sentimental style. The rest of the page contains luxury advertisements: Tiffany & Co., Houbigant perfume, Burrowes cedar chests, and Eve Dorre novels. These reflect 1916 consumer culture targeting affluent readers.
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Rhymed Reviews The Lost Prince (By Frances Hodgson Burnett. The Century Co.) AMAVIA’S hardy mountaineers Still mourned their hero, slain or banished, Though full five hundred cruel years Had passed since gallant Ivor van- ished. They dreamed that soon,—they knew not when— Perchance to-day, perchance to-mor- row, Their own true prince would come again To save the land from war and sorrow ;— That one of Ivor’s blood, unknown, Obscurely bred and safely shielded, Again should mount Samavia's throne And grasp the sword his fathers wielded. In London, Marco Loristan Half guessed, with boyish exaltation, His exiled father’s noble plan For chained Samavia’s liberation. Perhaps the ancient tales were true— The Prince should ride and God would speed him! He took the oath to dare and do Whene'er his country’s cause should need him, HOUBIGANT QUELQUES FLEURS Flowers in abun- dance—a plentiful harvest of the flow- ers of France—that is the impression conveyed by the odor of QUELQUES FLEURS, It is as though from these flowers had been extracted the sweetest scents and stored up in the ateliers of Houbigant, Paris, to be so delightfully presented by him in this odor —QUELQUES FLEURS. ‘The woman who uses QUELQUES FLEURS seems always to be standing in a world of At dealers and our stores Sample bortle of this perfume sent on receipt of 25 cents. PARK & TILFORD NEW YORK Sole Agent forthe United States and Canada TIFFANY & CO. 1916 BLUE Book A Catatocue- Not ILLustraTeD JEWELRY PEARLS DIAMONDS WATCHES STATIONERY CLOCKS SILVER CORRESPONDENCE INVITED. THE TIFFANY Buve Book WILL BE SENT UPON REQUEST Fier AVENUE &37™'STREET New York So, braving dungeon, steel and cord, ’Twas Marco bore the word of won- der That bade the Forgers of the Sword Arise and cleave their chains asunder. The realm was freed from grief and shame, The people cheered, the trumpets sounded. To greet his king young Marco came ;— Before the throne he knelt, astounded. For, girt with gold and weapon-shine His father stood, the crowned sur- vivor Of proud Samavia's royal line, And he himself was young Prince Ivor. Arthur Guiterman, smoothly payoents FREE TRIAL. EVE DORRE! Do you know her? @ Have you met her? If pot you have yet to make the acquaintance of one of the most exquisite creations of modern fiction. @ You'll find her at your booksellers. $1.35 EVE DORRE! At DUTTON’S, 681 Fifth Ave. NEW YORK comicbooks.com