Life, 1916-11-02 · page 34 of 46
Life — November 2, 1916 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains primarily **humorous anecdotes and advertisements** rather than political cartoons. The content includes: **Humor pieces:** - A joke about a Scottish Highland soldier misunderstanding a marine's cap badge as a "turnip" - A story about a farmer's son who brags he knows his boss's business better than the boss himself - An anecdote about a five-year-old girl mixing hymn singing with playground rhymes ("Sit down, sit down, you're rocking the boat!") - A Scottish dialect joke about a wife removing her false teeth before entering a moving streetcar **The satire is gentle and universal:** poking fun at Scottish accents/misunderstandings, rural naïveté, childish behavior, and marital dynamics—common targets in early 20th-century humor magazines. **Advertisements dominate:** promoting hair tonic, foot powder, whiskey, and Rupert Hughes's novel *The Thirteenth Commandment*. The page functions primarily as a humor-and-advertising vehicle rather than political commentary.
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The gladsome days have come to pass, The finest ones we know; We neither have to shovel grass Nor yet to mow the snow. —The Sun. A sititary journal relates an amus- ing story of a Highlander who, on being shown over. a man-o'-war for the first time in his life, was keenly interested in all he saw. The marines seemed partic- ularly to impress him, and going up to one, he pointed to the badge on the ma- rine’s cap and asked him what it was The marine, anxious to score off the vis- itor, looked at him in surprise. “Don't you know what it is?” he asked. “ Why, that’s a turnip, of course.” “Man,” replied the Scot, impatiently, “Twas no’ axin’ aboot yer heid. —Tit-Bits. A teaspoonfal of Abbott's Bitters with your Fruit | makes appetizing tonic, Sample of bi muail a3ets. tu stampa, C.W, Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Frrexo: Wot's wrong, Bill? Tue Misaxtitrope: Wrong! I lorst a bloomin’ bet, ‘ad to stand drinks, got a bad ‘arf-crown in me change, and then blow me if I didn’t knock over me beer! —Sydney Bulletin. . cleanses scalp of scurt, making scalp clean and healthy ie full i d re or by mail BAN LABORATORIES, MEMPHIS, TENN A Sure Thing “ How does your boy Josh like his job in the city?” “First rate,” replied Farmer Corntos- sel. “He knows more about the business than the man that owns it.” “Who told you that?” “Josh did. All he's got to do now is to convince the boss of it, an’ git pro- moted.” —New Orleans Times-Picayune. In a Pinch, use ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE. Five-vear-oLo Roberta had been to her first Sunday-school class, and was very much impressed by the hymns. Early next morning she was heard shouting solemnly, “Stand up, stand up for Jesus!” and then, in a rollicking tone of voice, “Sit down, sit down, sit down, you're rocking the boat!” erybody’s. Since 1788, a shining example of “Made in America” quality. In the protective bottle— “a good bottle to keep good whiskey good.” The Los Angeles Times says in a remarkable review of THE Os THIRTEENTH — COMMANDMENT By Rupert Hughes “At least for the hour, The Great American Novel has appeared. . . . the novel of the hour—and is written with a felicity of style. an artistry of metaphor and simile, a keenness of thought and an accuracy of character delineation that may well keep it as one of the Great American novels. . . . It is not often in these columns that we throw up our hat at the ceiling and whoop with delight. But it was neces- sary to visit the haberdasher after “The Thirteenth Commandment.” $1.40 net HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS Established 1817 Huspaxo: Hurry up, wumman, Wi Whaur ye gaun? Hussann: Fur the caur. Wire (seeing car jerk violently when brought to rest): Are ye gaun in there? Hussano: Aye Wire: Aweel, haud on a meenit till I pit ma teeth in ma pooch. —Glasgow Herald. Fo yu the sot transpar Disting that,mak