Life, 1918-04-11 · page 8 of 44
Life — April 11, 1918 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page presents two satirical cartoons contrasting historical figures with contemporary ones. **Left cartoon ("Our Hero")**: Depicts an adult man dressed as a soldier or military figure, appearing cartoonishly exaggerated. The satire likely critiques someone in a leadership position, possibly mocking their military posturing or authority. **Right cartoon ("Clever Little Henry Ford")**: Shows a child figure assembling or working with mechanical parts and toys, satirizing Henry Ford's famous assembly-line manufacturing methods by depicting them as childishly simple. **The poems** address labor disputes and war. "Money and Labor and Life" critiques wealthy industrialists calling upon workers for sacrifice while avoiding burden themselves. "In the War" briefly discusses military service. The overall message appears critical of both industrial capitalists and militaristic authority figures during what was likely the World War I era.
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UNCOLR WA OUR TEDDY HEN And they didn’t ask if he cared to go; They said there was need of him over the seas Where the winds of death and destruction blow, And they made no bid for his favor—no! The word was: “Come, nor be asking why. If life is the price we must pay the foe It is not for you to refuse to die. alled my boy they didn’t say “ Please.” When they need the help of the millionaire They beg his favor and stroke his hand; They name no burden that he must bear, And they go to him with no sharp command. If he gives a tithe he is “good” and “ grand,” But they leave it to him to say In case he refuses to understand yes or no. The only answer is, “ Be it so!” We beg the striker to cease to strik We name his duty and murmur, “ Please If work is a thing which he does not like He drops his tools and remains at ease. HISTORIC BOYS E &strR CinCOW +A CLEVER LITTLE Money and Labor and Life What does it matter that overseas. The winds of death and destruction blow? We coax the striker with sophistries, And plead in a language he does not know. They made no plea when they called my son; They did not ask: “Will you go or stay?” They said, “Stand forth!” and the thing was done. There was neither argument nor delay! | The millionaire may decline to pay; The sullen striker may cheer the foe: Shall we ask for life as a forfeit? Yea! Labor and cash are too precious, though. S. E. Kiser. In the War Paske: My one regret is that I am beyond the draft age. Lane: “That's it household training But you are doing a lot now, aren't you? My wife is giving me a course of intensive