Life, 1916-03-09 · page 41 of 44
Life — March 9, 1916 — page 41: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and serialized fiction**, not political satire. The top-left features a liqueur ad for **Crème Yvette**, a violet-colored dessert ingredient, with a photo of a woman in an elaborate hat—typical luxury product marketing of the era. The center contains "**The Game**," a serialized short story (continued from page 444) about a woman whose circumstances dramatically improve. She progresses from a bare apartment where she creatively entertains on nothing, to living at the prestigious Ritz-Plaza with a limousine. The narrative explores her emotional response to newfound wealth—she appears hollow despite material success, unable to recapture the satisfaction she felt when creating beauty from scarcity. The right side advertises **Parker's Tar Soap**, claiming to prevent dandruff and promote healthy hair. The bottom-left promotes **Le Page's Glue** and **National Florist** services. **No political cartoons or satire appear here.** This is a typical 1920s Life magazine page mixing consumer advertising with entertainment content.
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Bes SUE DS eee 2 MM MMMM MMMM TTS (Pronounced E-vet ) “For Smart Desserts” When you want to serve something different of distinctive, make one of the unusual Créme Yvette desserts. ‘Iheir delicate véa/et colour and taste will bring you high praise from your guests. dessert by MR. DIAT (Chef at the Ritz-Carlton) Creme Yvette Ice or Sorbet ‘The recipe is very simple, Add ¥4 cup Créme Yvette to each quart of orange or lemon ice. The amount of Creme Yvette necessary may vary accord- ing to the strength of the ice to be served. However, be sure to al= ways add sufficient Créme Yvette to give the ice a rich violet colour. Gréme Yvette is told at Se. and bottle, at fancy grocers dnd wine dealers” Rook of sleved rerloes by welltnown fhets teet trees” Mrlte far Me wow SHEFFIELD COMPANY 7th Ave. at Mth St, New York FRESH FLOWERS TO ANYWHERE E BETTER THAN PASTE. | GLUE 10 AGE'S| The Game (Continued from page 444) though she had tired of that game, she took a car back to the obscure front door and ran gaily up the long flights. The three rooms at the top were of an aston- ishing bareness. It seemed incredible that two people could live with so little furniture. The closet to which her finery was retired contained almost nothing else, but she did not put off her gaiety with it. The next hour passed in con- juring a dinner out of a larder as bare as her flat. She did it, triumphantly, calling her main dish Rissole 4 la Million- aire, and tying a wisp of pink tissue paper about the gas globe. Then she re- membered an imported frill that she had seen that afternoon, and fell to develop- ing it out of a bit of net with the fervo of the true creator, who builds best whe his materials are scantest. Paris could not have improved on her result. When she ran to admit her husband, not a lady in New York had spent a more exquis- itely enjoyable afternoon. He was only a little different—a little straighter, keener, more glad to see her; but she had not been married to a pro- moter six years for nothing. “You have struck something,” she said at once. The Rissole 4 la Millionaire went down un- heeded while he told her. . . . . . Ten months later she sat in her apart ment at the Ritz-Plaza, looking on dam- ask furniture and electric bells and or- derly completeness. Having looked on them for an hour or so, she put on an intricate costume, and, summoning her new limousine, went down the avenue to a resplendent shop. The car had the roll of a Pullman and the comforts of a boudoir, but the avenue was full of such cars, and its shadow discreetly swallowed up both lady and costume. In the shop she bought a real lace veil for an enor- mous sum, but she was out again in ten minutes, looking wistfully up and down the avenue, as though for something that did not come. Then she went back to her apartment and sat some more. At tea time she came down among the little tables in another amazing costume, came as one having a right to music and flow- ers and stares and muffins. She had played this part rapturously in the past, when a rare bit of change could be blown in, Now she actually was it, After tea she went into the corridor where gor- geous ladies stared from velvet chairs, or trailed by with little sleek men a step behind, and there she sat some more. Billy, facing her that night across wine glasses and pink carnations, found her shadowy, thoughtful. “ What is it, old lady?” he demanded. “Tf there is anything on God's earth you want—" She tried to tell him. “I've played rich and played it—oh, years and years; and now I am rich.” “And going to be richer,” Billy as- serted, nodding at her over a lifted glass. “ And it's gorgeous, darling"; then he voice rose to a wail: “ But, Billy, what can I play?” “ORHIS is the night for my Packer shampoo! First comes the cloud of creamy lather. How I massage its healing pine tar, soothing glyc- erine and vegetable oils right down into my scalp and hair roots! How good my _ head will feel after the clean- up rinse and the vigor- ous finish with the big warm towels! Then how well I'll sleep! As time goes on, the regular use of Packer's prevents dandruff and keeps my scalp soft and pliable. My hair looks better because it grows normally.” This is a common experience. Try it! Send 10c. for sample. Packer's Tar Soap “Pure as the Pines” Write for our Manual, “The Hair and Scalp— Modern Care and Treat- ment,” 36 pages of prac tical information, sent free on request. Packer’s Liquid Tar Soap, a perfect cleanser, delicate ly perfumed. Liberal sample 10¢. THE PACKER MFG. CO. Suite 85E, 81 Fulton St. New York