Life, 1918-10-24 · page 14 of 34
Life — October 24, 1918 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page contains war-era content, likely from WWI (references to "the war will end"). The main illustration shows soldiers marching through woods with supplies. The poem "Encore Un Autre" by Hervey Allen expresses a soldier's exhausted resilience—he's worn out but declares "I'm good for another day." Below is commentary on Senator Jimmy Wadsworth of New York regarding women's political participation. The text argues that woman-voters and woman-suffragists are unified political forces, suggesting women's voting bloc could influence his 1920 reelection bid. "To Our Girls" warns women soldiers won't forget them, appealing to female patriotism and emotional bonds as reasons to support the war effort. The cartoon at bottom shows crowded troop transport conditions, with a soldier's complaint about standing room being joked away.
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“CHILDREN, COME OVER HERE THIS MINUTE. HERE COMES ONE OF THOSE DIRTY HUNS” Senator Jimmy Wadsworth of New York, and have sworn on a pin-cushion to take his political life when he comes up for reelection in 1920. Mr. Wadsworth is a pretty good Republican Senator, and a fairly lively politician. If the New York Suffragists can get his scalp, it may be a sign that they amount to something as a political force. But no one should make the mistake of supposing that the woman-voters and the woman-suffragists are one and the same political body. On the contrary, the woman-voters are two bodies, and no two bodies in politics will fight one another harder. To Our Girls Dt lose any beauty sleep over the possibility of your soldier forgetting you for the first pretty French girl he meets. He'll think of you a lot more often “Over There” than he ever did over here. Every woman he sees there will remind him of you in some subtle way— the sound of a voice, the soft curve of a throat, the mere fact that she is a woman, and, therefore, like you. You and home are his religion and the things he is fighting for. Don’t you worry, girls: the farther away he may be, the more whole-heartedly does he belong to you, and to you alone. Encore Un Autre ED sun in the cast Full moon in the west— Morning—a muddy road; Flaming of cannon along a crest; White faces—a heavy load Little to cat and a long day’s march; Nothing to think or say; Limp as a collar without But good for another day! starch— We'll hike it along through these rotten woods, And rest for awhile at noon; Where the Boche shells lie in their wicker hoods Our cookers may catch us soon, And someone heard that the colonel said, a billet ahead with ha So we're good for another day, boys, We're good for another day! I've a five days’ beard; I've a two weeks’ grouch ; My hob nails are driven in, And my tin hat cuts through my old brown slouch Where the shrapnel has bitten the tin; And I may not last till the war will end, And there’s nowhere to spend my pay— But I'm good for another day, boys, I'm good for another day! Hervey Allen Sufferer: SAY, 1F YOU'RE GOIN’ TO STAND ON MY FEET YOU'LL HAVE TO HOLD YOUR PAPER SO I CAN SEE IT comicbooks.com