Life, 1918-10-24 · page 5 of 34
Life — October 24, 1918 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This WWI-era page contains a patriotic poem "To Our Allies" by Clinton Scollard, celebrating Allied soldiers marching toward "The Future." The illustration depicts four soldiers in military uniforms and helmets walking together, reinforcing Allied unity. The right column, "Love's Waterloo," is a short story about romantic separation during wartime—a soldier's girlfriend demands he prove his love transcends military duty. He ultimately returns to the front, choosing country over romance. Together, these pieces present WWI propaganda emphasizing sacrifice and duty. The "allies" reference suggests publication during American involvement (1917-1918). The juxtaposition of patriotic verse with a domestic romance subplot encourages readers to accept wartime separations as necessary and noble, normalizing sacrifice for the war effort.
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To Our Allies E hail you all, our stanch allies, Who, forward with undaunted eye Charge on the legions of the foc, That, from this red abyss of woe. A fairer, freer world may rise! You who have met, in valiant-wi Be h the battle-darkened skies, The sanguine shock, the bitter blow, We hail you all! ith yours our own brave banner flic With yours are heard our conflict Unitedly with you we go To lay the brutal Dragon low— Marching toward higher destinie: We hail you all! Clinton Scollard. Love's Waterloo “TO you love me as much as you say you do?” The look of anxicty upon the face of the beautiful xirl who spoke was all too evident. The young man at her side, however, as if to emphasize his great passion with all of his ene sprang up and cried: “Oh, my darling, how can you dcubt me? Haven't I worn the sweater you crocheted and tre socks you knitted for me?” “But there is something more. You must show me that there is no limit to your love.” “Twill, Bring on your test.” With a swift movement she disappeared, but in a moment she returned, bearing in her fair hand a large package “Sit down, dear,” she said. “and during your furlough I shall take pleasure in reading aloud to you the war stories in our popular magazines.” But her lover was already out of the door “Farewell!” he muttered. “Back to the front line trenches for me!” comicbooks.com