Life, 1917-09-06 · page 13 of 40
Life — September 6, 1917 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Life magazine humor: **"Constancy"** is a poem listing situations when a woman proves her loyalty—when friends borrow books, servants quit, children misbehave, etc.—concluding "Then you'll find a woman true!" **"A Rare Man"** jokes about a "moral hero" who admits to his lover that he was her husband—satirizing male dishonesty. **"How Red Riding Hood Managed"** reimagines the fairy tale with wartime espionage: a Secret Service agent escorts Little Red Riding Hood past a suspicious pro-German wolf, who becomes distracted by food. It's a WWI-era propaganda piece satirizing German spies and wartime precautions. The illustrations show soldiers, crowds, and the wolf encounter, using familiar fairy-tale framing for contemporary security concerns.
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Constancy HEN your fr you bought him; When your chauffeur his salary d reads the hook earns; When your child heeds the precepts you taught him; When your chum your umbrella re- turns ; When your wrist-watch keeps time to a second ; When a debtor pays more than his duc; When your cat will come when she’s beckoned— Then you'll find a woman truc! Carolyn Wells. A Rare Man “THE goes Madam Lazinsky, the distinguished woman novelist.” “And the man with her?” “Ts a moral hero.” “What has he done?” “Well, he voluntarily acknowledged to me that he was her husband.” HIE trouble with Spain is that she is stricken to the vitals with an overdose of neutrality HOW YOU FEEL TUROUGH TALKING ABOUT THE OFF YOUR BLOUSE WHEN THE SERGEANT GETS BUTTON THAT INTENSIVE TRAINING How Red Riding Hood Managed AS little Red Riding Hood approached her grandmother's ‘ottage, she said: “ After all, these are perilous times, and perhaps I should take no chances.” So stepping to the nearest telephone hooth, she called up the Secret Service. “Tell me, kind sir,” she said, “if you think it is safe for me to visit my grandmother.” “We will let you know in a few moments,” replied the Secret Service. At the end of a few moments an officer in plain clothes approached and said: “Little Red Riding Hood, accompany me, and I will show you something.” Approaching the cottage, Red Riding Hood noticed the ground strewed with bombs, but, having every confidence in her escort, she said nothing. Her companion opened the door, and led her into the bedchamber that her grand- mother occupied. There, sitting up in bed, was the médst pronounced pro-German wolf you ever saw. He would have eaten up Red Riding Hood in a jiffy if it had not been et Service for the presence of th je “You must not stay here,” said that gentleman to the wolf. “I am terribly sorry, but you are a suspicious char- acter, and I advise you to move along, You can step into the pantry as you go out and get a square meal. Please hurry.” The pro-German wolf got up leisurely, went to the pantry and filled up, all the time grumbling to himself that he « liked cold food, and then loped ay and was soon lost in comicbooks.com