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Life — November 18, 1915 — page 36: Life, 1915-11-18

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This page is primarily **advertising and humor columns** rather than political satire. The content includes: **Humor Pieces:** - "Change for the Better": A joke about a South African train so poorly maintained that passengers only feel relief when it derails - "Back to Consciousness": A sick man's wife jokes that his delirium made him think he was in heaven, but he's still with her - "No Cause of Action": Lawyers investigate removing corrupt lawyers from their bar, finding none exist—because the lawyers investigating are themselves corrupt - Several other brief jokes about sports, fashion, and romance **Advertisements:** Multiple product ads for cigarettes (Egyptian Deities, UP-TO-YOU Case), compasses (Leedaw), liquor (Bacardi), and books (Sexology). **The Satirical Point:** The humor relies on irony and wordplay rather than political commentary. The lawyer joke is the closest to social satire—mocking the legal profession's self-regulation. The "happy ending" piece gently satirizes readers' romance preferences. This appears to be a typical 1920s Life magazine page mixing light entertainment with commercial content.

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Change for the Better “We were bounding along,” said a re- cent traveler on a local South African single-line railway, “at the rate of about seven miles an hour, and the whole train was shaking terribly. I expected every moment to see my bones protruding through my skin. Passengers were rolling from one end of the car to the other. I held on firmly to the arms of the seat. Presently we settled down a bit quieter; at least I could keep my hat on and my teeth didn’t chatter. “There was a quiet-looking man op- posite me. I looked up with a ghastly smile, wishing to appear cheerful, and “We are going a bit smoother, I see.’ “Yes, he said, ‘we're off the track now.’""—Chicago News. Wine Jelly when flavored with Abbott's Bitters is made more delightful and healthful, Sample of bitters by mail, Becta. in stamps. C. W. Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Md. Back to Consciousness The sick man had just come out of a long delirium. “Where am 1?" he said, feebly, as he felt the loving hands making him com- fortable. “Where am 1? In heaven?” “No, dear,” cooed his devoted wife. “Tam still with you.” —Kansas City Journal. Whether Sportsman, Motorist, Traveller or Tourist, —he will appre Gate the gift of a good compass. ars It your dealer does, not hve th write ws for folder C-13, “ EGYPTIAN DEITIES “The Utmost in Cigarettes Thain End or Corky Ropleofculture, refinement and lion invari PREFER Deities ang other cigarette 25° No Cause of Action “IT hear there is a movement on foot to weed out all unscrupulous lawyers from the Plunkville bar.” “We investigated and found there are no unscrupulous lawyers at the Plunk- ville bar.” “Who investigated?” “Us lawyers.” —Lonisville Courier-Journal, BACARDI Makes Tho Perfect Cocktull, Mickey ur Highball, Try Itt SrortsMan: Is it worth my time to shoot in this neighborhood?” Native: Well, the shootin’ ain't wuth shucks, but then, I don’t know what your time is wuth."—Boston Transcript. Mrs, Bran How had I better have my new dress made? Bianx: Small in the bill. —Boston Transcript, The UP-TO-YOU Cigarette Case Classy, unique and thor ovghly practical. Oper- ated by one hand the fore- finger of which opens the box andbringsthecontents “UP-TO-YOU” No metal springs, clamps, or pressare to crush or broise the Cigarettes. Covered with leather, through- oct, Size 3226 tn. weight 1 oz, tenuize black seal or inporied pigskin. Price $1. A special one for tall’ dress 18 dainty white Up- 10 =" Hobday trade, Write for SEXOLOGY by William H. Walling, A.M., M.D. t PURITAN PUB. CO., 797 PERI Happy Ending Wanted A charming, auburn-haired nurse tells the story. She bent over the bed of one badly wounded man and asked him if he would like anything to read. The soldier fixed a humorous eye on her and said. “ Miss, can you get mea nice novel? I'd like one about a golden-haired girl and a wounded soldier, with a happy ending After this the pretty nurse looks down contemptuously on civilian compliments —Manchester Guardian. head | The in on “W would comicbooks.com