Life, 1918-09-05 · page 14 of 34
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This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Hints on Poverty by a Householder"** features a housewife describing wartime domestic economy during what appears to be WWI. She details making war bread, managing servants for two soldiers, and reusing old clothing—practical advice for middle-class families adapting to wartime rationing and labor shortages. **"Silenced"** depicts a naval scene where sailors Horatio Nelson and Paul Jones meet in "Paradise" and observe British and American destroyers fighting German U-boats. Their exchange of tobacco pouches represents allied cooperation, with the caption suggesting "supremely happy sailors" appreciate the unity despite the war's devastation. Both pieces reflect American home-front experience and emphasize allied partnership during the Great War.
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Hints on Poverty By a Houscholder Y wife broke it to me this morning that hereafter I would have to do all the housework. She was very nice and gentle about it, and, I thought, extremely kind in her way of putting it, con- sidering her war preoccupa- tions. “If you were not so feeble, besides being beyond the draft age, you would, of course, now be in the trenches, but I am sure, dear, that you wish to help me win the war by doing your bit. Here are your daily orders.” I am to do the cooking, which is at THE LAST ROWS OF SUMMER Present very light; the wasning and ironing, make up the beds, answer all telephone calls, do the dusting and sweeping and general housework. 1 also visit my office once a day, and my wife suggested that on Saturday after- noons I could.go over the motor ambu- lance she is now driving and oil it up. She also hinted that she had made ar- rangements to provide for two con- valescent soldiers a little later, and that it would be an inspiration in my life to care for them, Made some war bread last night from a formula furnished by the Food Administration. It was a dark sepia color, and, I think, must have fallen during the night with a dull, sickening thud; but my wife was very tolerant, and said she thought I co A“ HOME-RUN "—BY THE UMPIRE lad prepared an excellent foundation for my culinary art. We also had an egg for breakfast, which my wife ate with a relish, I am gradually getting things down to a system. I had half an hour to spare this afternoon, putting it in mending an old pair of pajamas I found under the piazza. This morning my wife saw the pajamas, which I had carelessly left in my chiffonier, and sent them off to the front. But I had them for one night, anyway. This day being Sunday, I managed to get the afternoon off, as my wife was on canteen work. As luck would have it, I met our old cook, who took me for a ride in the country in her flivver. Did me no end of good. She tells me she is working in the fuse fac- tory. We had a glorious outing. Splendid, thoughtful lady, that cook! Silenced ORATIO NELSON and Paul Jones met in that sound-proof sec- tion of Paradise reserved for sailors. They argued fiercely of old campaigns, and the peace of the blissful regions might have been seriously disturbed, notwithstanding Nelson's single wing, if a cherub-like ex-cabin-boy hadn't called their attention to a crack in the floor, through which they could see a squadron of British and American de- stroyers sweeping the seas before a fleet of Yankee transports. Then Nel- son and Jones exchanged tobacco pouches and thought long in silence, as supremely happy sailors will. comicbooks.com