Life, 1917-07-26 · page 22 of 40
Life — July 26, 1917 — page 22: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of early 20th-century satire: **"Light Love"** is a sentimental poem by Charles Hanson Towne about romantic attraction that falls short of deep love—fleeting, dreamlike affection. The accompanying illustration shows Jupiter Pluvius (the Roman rain god) watering lawn parties and a picnic, a whimsical visual pun on the poem's themes. **"Making Friends"** humorously depicts a homeless man's encounter with a stray dog in a park. The satire targets human coldness: the man rudely rejects the dog's friendly advances, while the dog finds amusement in the rejection itself. The implicit critique suggests humans lack the dog's good humor and capacity for kindness toward society's unfortunates. **"Anticipatory"** is a brief domestic joke: a husband anxiously asks when his wife will arrive, then realizes he's actually early—reversing typical gender stereotypes about punctuality. The page reflects Life's blend of sentimental verse, social observation, and gentle domestic humor typical of early-to-mid 20th-century American magazine satire.
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Light Love HE love that is not quite love— Ah! let us he kind to it! For it bears a touch of the dream abov The passion exquisite. The love that is not quite love, But only a fleeting thing, Like the wraith of rain in a lane, Or the thought of an unborn Spring. Autumn The love that is not quite love, ) The careless, happy glance; But deep in its heart it holds a part Of glamour and high romance. A flash from the fire divine, A glimpse of the page unwrit; a f The youthful love that is not quite oe love— Ah! let us be kind to it! Jupiter Pluvius: wurry, poy! FU LI THE SWE HA I THINK I Ske Charles Hanson Tot TWO LAWN-PARTIES ND A PICNIC : STAND behind the President! But Making Friends not too far behind ! akes notice of the stranger in the park, like himself, a ragged, apparently homeless wanderer, and cre up warily to sniff about a frayed pant-leg. With caution born of a varied experience, he extends his inquiries up- ward until he gazes at the discouraged face above. He backs away in indecision—an emaciated, doggy bunch of hair-bristling skin and bone. He settles back on his Ve is Rumored That the Kuisey was Assassinated, haunches, one ear cocked craftily, to eye his victim ere be makes a darting spurt—pausing just beyond reach of the outstretched feet. He paws playfully at the ground in little dashes of fun, waiting the hint of encouragement or the ready quirk of the lip that passes for dog language. “Get away from here!” es aims the man, with a lick that barely misses the leaping form. “ What the h—'s the matter with you, anyway?” The little dun-colored rag of a dog raises his ears in- quiringly, then doubles back on his haunches to watch the unresponsive creature out of sight. Erect and quivering, he sits, with his red tongue hanging out of his mouth— 4 a mouth wide with canine laughter at his own little joke of misdirected friendliness. And there are those who hold thet dogs kave no sense of humor! | oe { Anticipatory iD HAT time did my wife say she would be here?” An hour ago, si: “Dear me! I'm early!” comicbooks.c