Life, 1917-06-07 · page 37 of 42
Life — June 7, 1917 — page 37: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct elements: **Left: Book Advertisement** An ad for Mary Roberts Rinehart's novel *Bab: A Sub-Deb*, about a young girl on the cusp of womanhood. "Sub-deb" (sub-debutante) refers to a girl not yet formally presented to society. The ad emphasizes her romantic, adventurous nature—targeting readers interested in stories about modern American girlhood. **Center: Satirical Anecdote** A philosophical dialogue between a "Cynic" and three clergymen debating social responsibility toward poor children. The clergymen justify their leisure time and privileged rest as necessary to maintain their capacity for important work. The Cynic's punchline—that he "believes in a God" and therefore trusts divine care for the poor, while they apparently don't—is a biting critique of the clergymen's self-serving rationalization. Their outrage at his remark reveals the contradiction in their arguments. **Right: Coca-Cola Advertisement** A period ad featuring an elegant woman, emphasizing Coca-Cola as "the drink of all the year" with poetic seasonal imagery. The satirical content critiques privileged hypocrisy regarding charitable responsibility.
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By Mary Roberts Rinehart | Her latest, most fascinating book BAB A Classic of the American Girl HE SUB-DEB? That most effervescent and entertalnin: personage in the entire worl —asweet young girl, justready for life. yet theoretically an on- looker in the game of Iife because ghe has not yet made her eocial ut BABiIsa girl-woman, romantic, adven- turous. loyal. Such a yours and mine euch a girl wi y and ation brought forth, Illustrated by May Wilson Preston Color Jacket, 12mo, Net $1.40 man, “that kind of thing has often been stated before, but when you come to analyze it, it means but little. I, for example, would willingly give up my time to these little ones, would be content to bury myself with them; others are doing this even now. My work—and those of us here—lies in a different field. We have large responsi- bilities. We have to keep ourselves in condition. That is why we come here for a short space in summer to rest.” “You're entirely wrong, sir,” echoed the second clergyman. “The advan- tages which we have over those many others who have them not, are neces- sary in order that we may carry on the work of the world.” The third clergyman said: “Your responsibility is fully as great as ours. Your belief may not be the same, but inasmuch as you have called attention to this matter, you show your sense of pity for these little ones and your sense of inequality between their physical condition and ours. It is, therefore, a highly unjust thing for you to criticize us when you yourself are a living proof against your own Propositions.” The Cynic resolved right there to be true to himself. So he replied: “Gentlemen, will you forgive me for being so rude? It was due, however, to a fundamental difference between us which nobody, I am sure, is more sorry for than I am.” “To what difference do you refer?” asked the first clergyman, “To the fact that I believe in a God.” ASub=Deb The three clergymen rose to their feet together, “What do you mean?” they cried. “Do you mean to insinuate— “Tt's perfectly simple,” said the Cynic. “You see, gentlemen, if you really believed in a God, you wouldn't care what I said—it wouldn't stir you up a bit; and because I do believe in a God, I'm content to leave with Him the care of all those little ones.” Natural Curiosity “1 beg your pardon, sir, but what is your name?” said a local hotel clerk to a man who stood before him recently. “Name?” echoed the indignant guest. who had just signed the register.“ Don’t you see my signature there on the regis ter?” “T do,” answered the clerk. “That is what arouses my curiosity. —Columbus Citizen. Gate Fresh, with the fragrance of Springtime—Sweet, with the ripe fruits of summer—Red, with the blushes of Autumn Chilled, with the white snows of Winter. The delicious gift of all seasons—the refreshing drink of the year. Demand the genuine by full name— nicknames encourage substitution THE COCA-COLA Co., ATLANTA, GA, comicbooks.com tes ED ak GD — cay oF "a ORs SIGE SO Iam 3