Life, 1916-04-27 · page 8 of 44
Life — April 27, 1916 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a satirical sketch titled "My Lady's Gown: The Creation and the Creatures," depicting a fashionable woman's dress-making process. The illustration shows a woman in an elaborate gown surrounded by attendants in what appears to be a dressmaker's salon. The accompanying text discusses a "Sanjak" (a Turkish administrative division/official), using it as a humorous metaphor. The joke appears to be social commentary on high fashion and luxury—comparing the elaborate process of creating a lady's gown to exotic, mysterious foreign bureaucracy. The separate poem "Twist-Rime on Spring" celebrates seasonal imagery (birds, flowers, bees, butterflies) in light verse. The page satirizes both pretentious fashion culture and contemporary fascination with exotic foreign concepts among the American upper classes.
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Twist-Rime on Spring PON the hills new grass is scen; The vendor's garden-sass is green. The birds between the showers fly; The woods are full of flowers shy. The ornamental butterfly Expands his wings to flutter by. The bees, those little honey-bugs, Are gaily dancing bunny-hugs, While poets sing in tipping rime That Spring's a simply ripping time. Arthur Guiterman, AGNES: Tim so. sorry 1 missed your wedding. Guavys: Never others. mind. I'll have MY LADY'S GOWN THE CREATION AND THE CREATORS A Strange Lack MONG the names that have come floating to us from the war zone is that of the Sanjak of Novi Bazar. We have never heard of one before, but we suppose that inasmuch as this particular Sanjak is referred to as of Novi Bazar, there must be other San- jaks also, We get the idea, although we cannot tell why, that the Sanjak must lead a happy life. We suppose that Novi Bazar is some sort of a de- partment store filled with bright, pleas- ing things, and that possibly the Sanjak is the official floorwalker, who goes about among them in a_ perfectly charming way, all dressed up in his hest clothes, If we were a Sanjak that is one of the things we would do. It is possible, of course, that the San- jak is some sort of an animal. We have meditated for some time on that theory, but have dismissed it. If the Sanjak is an animal, Colonel Roosevelt, in his frequent travels abroad, would undoubtedly have brought home a specimen, but inquiry at the Smithso- nian Institution and from Professor Hornaday reveals the undoubted fact that. there are no Sanjaks in this country, We have apparently everything else but a Sanjak; we have a Secretary of the Navy, and one of Agriculture; we have one Charlie Chaplin, a president of the Board of Works, and a siege gun. Why not a Sanjak? AN educated man is one who uses his post-graduate opportunities to dispel the fallacies implanted in him in his undergraduate years. comicbooks.com