Life, 1917-04-26 · page 82 of 84
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This is a satirical interview with a deceased Charles Darwin. The piece mocks Darwin's theory of evolution by having the narrator confront Darwin with unintended consequences of his ideas becoming popular. The joke: Darwin's doctrine of evolution has allegedly made Sunday golf a national pastime and damaged women's religious faith—outcomes Darwin never intended. When the narrator suggests "the fittest" aren't actually surviving (citing worms being "crushed out"), Darwin responds that they "always have" survived, missing the point entirely. The satire targets both Darwinism's cultural impact and the perceived gap between scientific theory and real-world social effects. The conversation implies evolution theory inadvertently undermined Victorian moral and religious structures, a common early-20th-century conservative critique. The cartoon is vintage *Life* magazine social commentary—using a famous dead figure to satirize contemporary anxieties about modernity and secularism.
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