Life, 1917-04-19 · page 41 of 42
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This page contains three distinct pieces of satire: **"My Will"** is a humorous essay mocking conventional will-writing. The narrator bequeaths abstract or insulting items to acquaintances—leaving his neighbor the "earth" he coveted, giving a swindler his "chance" at wealth, and (most pointedly) bequeathing his wife to a man who admired her, hoping "the Lord will have mercy on him, for I know she won't." The joke satirizes both overwrought testamentary documents and domestic relationships through exaggerated malice. **"Standards of Service"** is an AT&T advertisement celebrating rural telephone infrastructure—a genuine corporate pitch rather than satire, emphasizing how farmers stay connected via telephone poles and home lines. **"Poor Lawyers!"** satirizes Russian lawyers post-Revolution. The joke: following Russia's shift from monarchy to republic, old legal precedents become worthless "junk," leaving lawyers who depend on citing case law completely lost. It's Cold War-era humor mocking how legal systems collapse during radical political upheaval. The page also includes ads for Old Overholt Rye and Bacardi rum.
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My Will MADE my will to-day. I flatter myself that it is somewhat different from the usual hum-drum of such documents. To my next-door neighbor, Brown, I left the earth. He always wanted it, and I was glad to bequeath it to him. To Jimson, who told me I had a good chance of making two million dollars if I invested five hundred in his mining scheme, I left my chance. I hope he utilizes it. To Bobbins, who has always thought my wife too fine a woman for a duffer like myself, I bequeathed my wife After he takes her I hope the Lord will have merey on him, for I know she won't. To Maude, whom I once met in Buf- falo, I left my blessings in memory of one rainy day when I saw only sun- shine. I cannot give Maude’s last name. I do not know it. This is all. Some people fill their : wills with bequests of money. I was . e not. obliged to do that. The modern St d d f S med to do ta The modes | andards of Service sities of life render it unnecessary. William Sanford. In rural communities clusters of ing towns and villages. One-fourth of T'S such a bore to keep a secret. mail delivery boxes at the crossroads __ the 10,000,000 telephones in the Bell Let someone else do it for you. evidence Uncle Sam's postal service. System are rural. They reach more _ - Here the neighbors trudge from their places than there are post offices. , homes—perhaps a few yards, perhaps Along the highways and private lanes a quarter mile or so—for their mail. the telephone poles lead straight up to the farmer's door. Comprehensive as is the govern- . | ment postal system, still the service He need not stir from the cheerful | rendered by its mail carriers is neces- hearth ablaze in winter, nor grope sarily restricted, as the country dweller along dark roads at night for friendly tows: : news or aid in time of trouble. Right in the heart of his home is his tele- Long before rural delivery was es- phone. It is the American farmer's tablished the Bell System began tolink key to the outside world, and in no up the farmhouse with the neighbor- _ other country is it found. PE& AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY i ; AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES One System Universal Service JUST THE RIGHT SMACK” The same choice iagedinta and the same care are used in its Poor Lawyers ! ERHAPS the lawyers in Russia are the most to be pitied just now. They will all have to go to law school again. A country that changes from a monarchical close corporation to a republic with universal suffrage necessarily changes its whole law system. All the ponderous calf-bound books that cumber the shelves of our legal lights have been reduced to the status of junk. The carefully compiled precedents they con- tain are no longer guides to present and future judicamentations. The slate is clean. MAKES THE PERFECT It is hard on the poor lawyers who are lost unless they can point their finger to a par- COCKTAIL, HIGHBALL OR RICKEY. ticular passage in a particular book, but perhaps they will adjust themselves somehow. Polder sontajaleg reins of famous Bacardi drinks D.8. DEIONGH. 127 Water Street. New York