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This page combines literary content with period advertising and social commentary: **Left side:** A poem titled "My Terrier" by Kenneth L. Roberts celebrates a dog's loyalty and faithfulness, contrasting the dog's honest devotion favorably with humans who "rave and rant." **Right side:** An advertisement for Virginia Hot Springs resort promotes therapeutic bathing facilities, positioning this as an alternative to European spa destinations now inaccessible (likely due to WWI). **Bottom:** An article titled "Why Army Horses Go Unshod" explains military equipment shortages—horses lack horseshoes because the Quartermaster's department cannot supply them, forcing soldiers to improvise or leave animals unshod, damaging their hooves. The page reflects post-WWI American concerns: nostalgia for simpler pleasures (the dog), domestic tourism promotion, and material scarcities affecting military readiness.

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ss Mall Mae ent, Canad My Terrier The dog carries disease in his hair and death in his teeth —A letter to the Ne York Sun. Y terrier. on willing feet, For years has gambolled at my side; Through winter's cold, through sum= mers heat He leaves me not, whate’er hetide. Ofttimes he shares my bed with me: Against my breast I let him Tie; ‘And yet, so far as I can see, / Disease has passed me by. Right gratefully he shares my food: He cheers me up when I am sad: He's never boresome, never rude: When I am happy he is glad. When silly humans rave and rant I turn me to my faithful friend: He's honest, brave and free from cant And will be to the end. Within his eyes he carries faith: His little heart is staunch and trues Disloyalty is but a wraith Whose evil name he never knew. He carries death and dread disea Say some whose minds are gaseous fog: Spare me such people, if you please! I much prefer my dog! Kenneth L, Roberts. CAUTION: LIFE employs no direct travel- ing representatives; it does not offer prizes, college courses or other in- ducements for agents to canvass for subscriptions. Anyone soliciting subscriptions on any such basis should be turned over to the author- ities as a swindler. Be sure to place your order with a reliable bookseller, news agent or solicitor, if you do not mail it to LIFE direct. os oe os LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY 17 West 31st Street, New York I 2500 Ft. Elevation The CURE at VIRGINIA HOT SPRINGS Open All the Year The celebrated baths—water naturally heated at 106’—offer to sufferers from rheumatism, gout and nervous diseases all the benefits { of such European resorts as Carlsbad, Vichy, Aix-le-Bain, Harro- 1 gate and others, now inaccessible on account of the war. ' The famous spout bath { Complete hydro-therapeutic apparatus | Swedish gymnastics and massage The Hot Air Treatment 1] are all at the service of visitors in a modern Bath House directly | connected with The New Homestead Hotel No pains are spared in making THE HOMESTEAD an ideal winter resort. The same standard of excellence in the table and service is maintained through: out the year. A variety of outdoor sports, the location of the hotel and the climatic conditions make it a unique spot for the Cure, Rest and Recreation. Write for The Homestead Book with complete description. Booking Offices: Ritz-Carlton Hotels New York, Philadelphia Christian S. Andersen, Resident Manager Hot Springs, Va, Why Amy Horses Go Unshod OW want in army camps can pinch in sight of plenty is explained by a deponent ina western camp, who writes: “The lack of equipment is very ham- pering. In my department are horse and we need horse-shoes, a forge, curry combs and brushes, beans, oats, halter shanks, saddle soap, sponges, buckets, rakes, brooms, blankets, wheelbarrows and a lot of other ungettable things, The town is full of them, and 1 have spent some of my own money getting but I am not very rich. My hoofs are all beaten to pieces of shoes. There are plenty in town, but they tell me at the Quarter- master’s that the lack of familiarity with the paper-work connected with issuing a horse-shoe or a nail or a hammer absolutely locked the whole business.” comicbooks.com