Life, 1916-08-03 · page 33 of 38
Life — August 3, 1916 — page 33: what you’re looking at
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The page contains one political cartoon in the upper left, titled "The New Owner: Now Remember! None of Your Moulting!" **The Cartoon:** A well-dressed man in formal attire gestures sternly at a molting bird (appearing to be a duck or goose). The joke targets newly wealthy owners of properties or possessions—the "new owner" is instructing his acquisition not to shed feathers, treating a living creature with the imperious demands of someone unaccustomed to ownership. The satire mocks the pretentiousness and unrealistic expectations of the newly rich, who approach their purchases with comical domineering attitudes. **Context:** This reflects early 20th-century American class satire, poking fun at nouveau riche sensibilities—a common Life magazine target. The humor assumes readers recognize the absurdity of ordering a bird not to molt, as a metaphor for controlling the uncontrollable or making unreasonable demands of one's possessions. The page's remaining content is primarily advertising (Kodak cameras, Cascade whiskey) and book reviews.
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The New Owner: Now REMEMBER! NONE OF YOUR MOULTING! cratic South and the weasel-cyed, pack- rat acquisitiveness of Pennsylvania Dutch “thrift” is well contrived, And the Leitzel family with its money-graded membership and its done-to-the-life genre studies of personality is likely to set many a New Munich wondering how their Leitzels came so intimately under the author's observation. Necdless to say, the “happy ending” is an infringe- ment of Leitzel prerogative that no one but an author could manage. nN“ and Other Poets” (Holt, $1.25) Louis Untermeyer makes a voyage of discovery among contemporary bards and gives us his critical impres- sions of each in a parody on the vic- tim's style. Masefield, Yeats, Masters, Stephen Phillips, Vachel Lindsay, Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell, Kipling, Noyes, Dobson, Bynner—these are a mere few of the catholic selections for the author's mixed grill. Parodies, however, are like pickles; their flavor is best brought out CASCADE quali isfounded ‘on grain quality—distilled to preserve and bring out the beat of that quality=—purified that quallty—and How itinto smooth Original Battling Has Old Geld Label A camera that fits the pocket A picture that fits the view No. 2€ Folding Autographic Brownie The thin, narrow camera slips readily into the pocket; the some- what elongated picture, 276 x 47 inches, is right for landscapes when used horizontally, and for home portraits when used vertically. The pictures are, in fact, the same shape as those made by the most popular of all cameras, the 34 Kodak—but are a trifle smaller. A BIT OF DETAIL The 2¢ Folding Autographic Brownie loads with Autographic cartridges for ten, six o¢ two exposures, with which you can write on the film, instantly, at the time the date and title or other memorandum regarding the picture. The camera has the Kodak Ball Bearing shutter with snapshot speeds of 1/25, 1/50 and 1/100 of a second as well as the usual time action. Has reversible finder, two tripod sockets, automatic focusing lock, is made of metal, has black leather bellows and is covered with a fine imitation leather, with black enamel and nickel fittings. Well made in every detail. THE PRICE Price with meniscus achromatic lens, 43f inch focus, Do., with Rapid Rectilinear lens, < me om & At all Kodak dealers’, EASTMAN KODAK COMPANY, ROCHESTER, N. Y., The Kedek City. (Houghton, Mifflin, $1.50), and the writer is Jean Kenyon Mackenzie, These letters were written with no other purpose than against a background of non-acids. Eat ing a whole bottle of them at once is positively Heinz-ish, One therefore recommends that “— and Other Poets" be approached occasionally with a pickle fork, rather than emptied out and eaten with a spoon. the quotidian desire of the exile to make the far-off setting of her daily round a little visible to those who, for her, abode in familiar surroundings. One can dip into them anywhere, But one cannot dip UT, speaking of discoveries, the amiss, The dark forests, the “black charmingest as well as the least ex- sheep,” the incidental hardships, the pected I have made recently is a volume of extracts from the letters home of a girl missionary on the West Coast of Africa. It is called “Black Sheep” whole unfolding panorama of their simple disclosure, is a fascinating world, lit by the fire-fly glow of the author's indi- viduality. J.B. Kerfoot comicbooks.com