Life, 1918-07-18 · page 32 of 36
Life — July 18, 1918 — page 32: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine contains several satirical pieces reflecting WWI-era American social concerns: **"A Camp Meeting, Not a Camp"** features dialect humor between an African American body servant and his young master about military camp discipline. The joke relies on period stereotypes, contrasting the servant's expectations of loose behavior with actual military regulations prohibiting drinking, fraternizing, and profanity. **"Without Notice"** jokes about an ammunition factory worker whose previous job "left him"—implying an explosion. **"Get to Work"** is wartime propaganda encouraging civilians to stop shirking and contribute to the war effort, warning golfers and idle wealthy people that leisure is over. **"Wish Land in Sight"** depicts a near-drowning at sea, playing on seafaring dangers. The advertisements (Bell-Ans digestive aid, Herbert Tareyton cigars, Bogalusa bank) are typical period marketing. Overall, the page blends humor with subtle wartime messaging about sacrifice and duty.
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