Life, 1916-09-21 · page 14 of 44
Life — September 21, 1916 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: 1. **"Life and Love"** (poem by T.L.M.): A romantic allegory where Life and Love are personified characters strolling together, with Love reassuring Life of their interdependence. 2. **"The First Week-Ender"** (illustration): Shows what appears to be a winged devil or imp meeting a human, likely satirizing weekend leisure activities and perhaps the moral concerns about how people spent their free time. 3. **"Three Men"** and **"The Object"**: Two brief comedic dialogues—one about three archetypes (the Dreamer, Drifter, and Doer) comparing their life accomplishments, and another mocking the practice of storing cars in advance, treating automobiles as status symbols. The page reflects early 20th-century American preoccupations with materialism, leisure, and personal ambition.
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484 Life and Love IFE and Love were strolling Upon a sunlit day; The fleecy clouds were rolling Along their ancient way. Said Life to Love: “ Without us How lost would mankind be! They scorn us and they flout us, But cling to me and thee.” Life and Love were lying Upon a mossy bank, The blossoms round them dying, Regardless of their rank. Said Love to Life: “ Without you How blest mankind would be! They scorn you and they flout you— They cling to me, not thee.” Toko Ms “\WHERE, my son, did you learn to swear so?" “I've been caddying for mother, who's learning to play golf.” “OW WOULD IT BE, UNCLE FREN, TO BRING THE BARN AND PUT IT AROUND TH’ CALF?” The Object What is the idea of putting out a 1918 car two years in advance? Avro Deater: So if it breaks down and you take it to a garage to have some little thing done to it they will have it done in time to still be a current year's model. RIEND: THE FIRST WEEK-ED Three Men HE Dreamer, the Drifter and the Doer chanced to meet one day on a hilltop overlooking a prosperous city, and the conversation turned to the marvelous subject- matter spread out before them and the part each had taken s accomplishment. “T'm a doer-of-things,” vouchsafed the Dreamer. “ Fifty years ago to-day I stood on this very spot, and gazing out over a peaceful valley, I planned all this! Yes, sir, even to the belching chimneys, the broad streets and narrow by-ways, the massive granite piles and the spider-like cars weaving their way in and out. I planned the school-houses and the colleges, the bridges, tanks and towers; I planned the churches and the clubs; I planned it all, and now— fifty years later—it is done!” “ Wonderful!” exclaimed the Dr! ‘ter, in marked admira- tion. “Wonderful! For my part, I’m afraid I’ve been more of a dreamer. Somehow I always dreamed that the Fates had something better in store for me; that the time would surely come when there would be work a-plenty and mine should be garbed in decent raiment—and now I have you to thank for making this all come true.” “Don’t thank me, my friend,” returned the Dreamer. “Thank Him who gave me the gift of doing. But what of you?” he asked, turning to the third. “My story is brief,” replied the Doer. “I guess I'm a sort of drifter. I just drifted into this valley forty-seven years ago, and I've been here ever since.” comicbooks.com