Life, 1918-12-19 · page 28 of 34
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This page contains WWI-era content celebrating American soldiers and philanthropy: **Main Illustration**: A decorated soldier standing at Chateau Thierry (a major 1918 WWI battle). The caption "How he feels just after being decorated" shows pride in military service. The poem by Ruth Lambert Jones celebrates American soldiers' courage and sacrifice in France, contrasting their selfless action ("not phrases but a game") with European formality. **"His Lodges"**: A humorous exchange where a visitor assumes a deceased man belonged to fraternal organizations (Masons, Elks, K. of C.), but learns he actually belonged to wartime civic organizations—Red Cross, Liberty Loans, War Chest. This satirizes how WWI service and charitable war contributions had replaced traditional fraternal lodge membership as markers of community standing. **"The Success of Mrs. Sage"**: An obituary essay praising the widow of industrialist Russell Sage for distributing her $40 million fortune intelligently, funding colleges and conservation efforts, particularly during wartime economic strain on institutions. The page reflects 1918 American values: military heroism, patriotic giving, and women's philanthropic roles.
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“LIP E * HOW HP FEELS JUST AFTER KEING DECORATED At Chateau Thierry HEY didn’t query “ May ! not? They fought With no faint By-your-leaves They twisted up their sleeves And, coatless, held the trench, Sustained the valiant French Saved Paris! To the fray hey brought the zeal of ioothall's bygone day Not phrases but a game . Redeemed a nation’s name! Kuth Lambert Jones. His Lodges VISITOR: That was a hig turnout at that funeral this morning. 1 suppose the deceased helonged to some of the lodges—Masons, K. of C. Elks or the like? Native: Nope. He helonged to the 1916-17-18 Red Cross, the First. Second, Third and Fourth Liberty Loans, and ter member of the War Chest The Success of Mrs. Sage : died, ninety y and left a pleasant memory and a lot of money—forty millions, or thereabouts, She had shoveled faithfully Unele Russell's pile and reduced it somewhat, though its natural increase pretty well matched her energy of dist bution. Most of the papers spoke of her as “genercus.”” May she was. matter of the heart, and it likely that Mrs. Sage took as much pleasure in giving « money as Russell did in taking it in Generosity is But it is not ge osity that one hopes for f much as intelligence. m excessively rich people When you have fifty or a hundre millions, and no direct heirs, the problem is what to with it, If it was a question whether to leave the mon: here to do good on earth or take it along into the Beyon it might seem generous to bestow it here the situation But that is 1 The money stays here in any case. All tl Mrs. Sage could do with hers was to direct its distributic She did that very well doubt she took the be advice she could get, but some of her hestowals were ve personal, very feminine and very good. She liked beaut She fixed up the City Hall for us, a very good job, indec: She planted the rhododendrons in the Park—a trifliv ter for a woman of her means, and not well done. Bu that was not her fault, and the idea and purpose were i mirable. And she bought Marsh Island, in the Gulf Mexico, for a home for wild birds—another excelle: eccentricity of disbursement The old lady was wise and kind, and had sentiment, a wasn't afraid of money. Really, she was remarkable. | her big final distribution to a long list of colleges she was very timely in relief, because the war has left all the co! leges with big deficits in their running expenses Unele Russell never spent anything to speak of on hin self and never wasted a p lator and a considerable skinfli and had the sense to know it, He was a great accumi wut he had a good wife nd when he let jo he his whole pile in her lap. That was to his credit, and als She did well by him and sugar-coated his memor In Our Town AN you tell me where Dasher lives?” to hers, Fourth service fla THE OLDEST INHABITANT RELATES SEVERAL HUMOROUS. REMINISCENCES OF THE EARLY PIONEER DAYS