Life, 1917-06-28 · page 23 of 39
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The left cartoon satirizes marital dynamics through a couple debating where to picnic. Mr. Baltimore O'Riole, tired from a "tree-hunt," defers to his wife's preferences despite his own objections—ultimately accepting her choice while privately resenting being called "a thing." The humor lies in his forced submission to domestic authority. The right section, "The Post at Plattsburg," criticizes a *New York Evening Post* correspondent embedded at the military training camp. The satire targets his alleged pacifist editorializing, suggesting he discourages war preparation to serve his employer's anti-war agenda rather than the camp's patriotic purpose. This reflects WWI-era tensions between isolationist publications and military preparedness advocates. The piece implies such correspondents undermine national defense readiness.
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Alter the Tree-Hunt M BALTIMORE O'RIOLE Tired, dear? Mas. Battimore O'Riote: Ready to But it’s been great fun. I suppose there's no doubt st [dcation. O.: No; it’s a clear case. Tue elm by the brook in Lot. ).: OF cou s stone hor But thiik of the bugs and that + -+4-lot. : Ct you carry them e I prefer, Lazybones? : But why go to the tree near © house? {es O.: Be se it’s the most gen- cighborhood in town. There are cats there; I'm drop. Mr O. sot! The elm Mes. O.: But the Tanagers are ing there, in a hickory near our elm. Those swell Tanagers. Me. O.: It’s not half so safe a place for the children. Mrs. O.: But think of the social ad- es. In the wood-lot we'd be 1, out of the world, And think © crumbs. (obstinately) : of ul Mk. O. brook in the wood-lot. There’s a Mas. O. (tremulously): As if 1 now what was the b-b-best for my own children! I didn’t know you were so selfish, or I'd never m-m-mar- ried you. “WHY DOES THE BABY CRY, LITTLE cir?" “WILLIE JONES WON'T LET HIM DRILL JN THE COMP'NY, ‘CAUSE HE'S UNDER THE ACE Lisa,” ‘apt. Short (home on furlough) : ves, DARLING, EVERY TIME 1 FOUND MYSELF IN A TIGHT CORNER I THOUGHT OF You Mr. O. (hastily) : your own way! Mrs. O. (radiantly pecking at Mr. O.): You dear! I knew you'd agree. The elm by the stone house is the best, isn'it, all things considered? Don't you think so? Mr. O.: Yes, all—things—considered. (To himself: But I hate to call her a thing.) Oh, well, have it The Post at Plattsburg MONG the men to be sent home from Plattsburg the New York ning Post's correspondent might be included. His errand seems to be to discourage preparation for war, and while that doubtless conforms to the desires of his employer, the camp is not being maintained for the advan- tage of persons of that disposition.