Life, 1916-03-09 · page 36 of 44
Life — March 9, 1916 — page 36: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising with interspersed humor**. The cartoons and jokes are light social satire typical of early 20th-century American humor: 1. **"Our Foolish Contemporaries"** section presents three brief jokes mocking various groups—a patient relieved to be cured (but broke), an Englishman and American girl trading barbs about governance and dinner invitations (reflecting Anglo-American social tensions), and a dig at Sir William Robertson for rising through military ranks (K.C., V.O., etc.), suggesting alphabet soup rather than merit. 2. **"On the Run"** is a humorous anecdote about a discharged sailor hired to manage Australian sheep who takes "keep them on the run" literally, exhausting both himself and the flock through constant chasing—a joke about misunderstanding instructions. 3. Minor jokes at bottom mock gardening optimism and Irish ancestry claims. The bulk of the page features **advertisements** for Beech-Nut food products, Hotel Bossert in Brooklyn, King George IV whisky, and Allen's Foot-Ease—typical commercial content supporting the magazine.
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“Well,” said the doctor, “ you're cured at last. How do you feel?” “T feel,” said the patient, looking at his wallet sadly, “I feel as if I could start life all over again."—Lehigh Burr, HACARDI M: Cocktail, Rickey Wa The Perfect Tushball. “Try ttt “Aw,” said the Englishman, “it must be most unpleasant for you Americans to be governed by persons whom you wouldn't awsk to dinner.” “No more so,” said the American girl, “than for you to be governed by persons who wouldn't ask you to dinner.” —Harvard Lampoon. Wine Jelly when flavored with Abbott's Bitters ia more delichtful and healthful. Sample of bitters, by Beta. in stampa, CG. W, Abbott & Co, Baltimore, Md. Mayne Sir William Robertson, K. C., V.0., K. C. B, and D. S. 0., rose from the ranks, as reported, but it sounds as if he rose from the alphabet, —Columbus Citizen, Bossert A tansient—residential hotel of charm and comfort on aristocratic Brooklyn Heights overlooking New York harbor. MONTAGUE-HICKS.REMSEN STREETS BROOKLYN BAKE your BEECH-NUT BrecH-NuT PACKING Co. CANAJOHARIE, N. Y. Makers of Beech-Nut Peanut Butter; Beech-Nut Tomato Catsup; Beech-Nut Chili Sauce; Beech-Nut Oscar's Sauce; Beech -Nut Mustard; Beech-Nut Jams, Jellies and Mar- malades; Beech-Nut Confections — Chewing Gum and Mints. ASK YOUR DEALER On the Run The manager of a big Australian sheep- ranch engaged a discharged sailor to do farm work. He was put in charge of a large flock of sheep. “Now, all you've got to do,” explained the manager, “is to keep them on the run,” A run is a large stretch of bushland enclosed by a fence, and sheep have many ingenious methods of escaping from their own to neighboring runs and so getting mixed up with other flocks. At the end of a couple of hours the manager rode up again—the air was thick with dust as though a thousand head of cattle had passed by. At last he distinguished the form of his new shepherd—a collapsed heap prone upon the ground, Surrounding him were the sheep, a pitiful, huddled mass, bleat- ing plaintively, with considerably more than a week's condition lost. “What the dickens have you been do- ONETHEIORIZONESINGESIZ83 =a ATA ee \ ing to those sheep?” shrieked the almost frantic manager. The ¢: lor managed to gasp out: “Well, sir, I've done my best. You told me to keep them on the run, and so I hunted them up and down and round— and now—I'm just dead beat myself.” —Tit-Bits, In a Pinch, use ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE “Gurss the neighbors’ chickens won't bother my garden next spring.” “What are you going to raise?" “Cactus, Spanish bayonet and prickly pear."—Louisville Courier-Journal, Jerry: I have traced my ancestry back to an Irish king. Pat: Sure that’s aisy, What chanst has a dead man to defend himself? —Liverpool Mercury. comicbooks.com