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**Top Cartoon:** "Life of Attila the Second, Chapter VII" depicts hunting or sport-shooting. The caption's reference to "Attila" (the destructive Hun leader) sarcastically mocks someone as a "mighty sportsman" who conquers all beasts. This appears to be satirizing an individual's hunting prowess or violent temperament, though the specific person is unclear without additional context. **"The Spring Cold" Poem:** A humorous verse about seasonal colds, describing the misery of spring illness—whistling germs, nose-blowing, and well-meaning but ineffective home remedies from friends. It's light comic verse about universal human experience. **Bottom Cartoon:** "A Sweetheart in Every Neutral Port" shows a man in sailor/military uniform dancing with a woman while another woman gestures at him. This jokes about soldiers or sailors maintaining romantic relationships in multiple ports, suggesting infidelity or promiscuity under the guise of wartime mobility. The "neutral port" reference likely alludes to WWI-era naval matters. The page blends satire, humor, and social commentary typical of early 20th-century LIFE magazine.

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LIFE OF ATTILA THE SECOND. CHAPTER VII HE WAS A MIGHTY SPORTSMAN, NO BEAST, HOWEVER FIERCE, ESCAPED HIM The Spring Cold wat is so rare as a cold in the Spring! Then, if ever, come perfect colds. The myriad cold germs whistle and sing, While you to your handkerchief manfully cling, And vainly try some comfort to bring To your mournfully stricken soul, Your dear friends will faithfully try everything On you as a cure for the cold. You find that relief time only will bring, For the cold germs still whistle and gleefully sing, Still working your nose like a wet-weather Spring, Then—presto! ‘tis vanished, the cold. Tr is easy enough to be unpleasant when safely ensconced in the bosom of one’s helpless family, but the man who is rare is the man who can dare to exhibit all of his disagreeable qualities when out in company. A SWEETHEART IN EVEKY NEUTKAL PORT comicbooks.com