Life, 1919-02-13 · page 14 of 42
Life — February 13, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a poem "To the Nineteenth Hole of Golf" (a golf reference) and two satirical cartoons. **Top illustration:** "The Statue of Bolshevism" depicts the Statue of Liberty transformed into a Bolshevik figure with fire and destruction in the background. This reflects anti-communist sentiment following the Russian Revolution, portraying the spread of Bolshevism as a threat to American values. **Bottom cartoon:** Shows two men discussing poker losses. One claims his wife "lost" money; the other assumes he had to pay her back. The caption indicates these men "used to think they were funny," suggesting satire about changing attitudes or behavior, possibly related to Prohibition-era social changes or shifting gender dynamics in post-WWI America. Both pieces reflect early 20th-century American anxieties about radical politics and social transformation.
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To the Nineteenth Hole of Golf Farewell, a Long Farewell, to Al Thy Wetness AREWELL, O Nineteenth Hole! Oft have I succumbed to thy ex- tensive variety! In beakers of old ale, in the amber gleam of brave Milwaukee, In the sparkling highball, the trans- lucent gin-ricke The deep and mellow Bourbon, the colorful claret punch; And e’en that model of bibulous efi- ciency, the seductive Martini. Or those twin brothers of the effete East, Bronx or Manhattan. Departing, thou hast left behind thee, one and all, a long train of rever- ential recollection. It is sad to dwell upon thy noble and uplifting spirits : The guilty score, the irreconcilable slice on the eighth tee, the shat- tered niblick and the undeveloped putt— These thy sympathetic presence soit- ened and gave to countless dub THE STATUE OF BOLSHEVISM shots the hallowed glow of human charity. Farewell, thou limpid link of comrade- ship, that bound me to my fellow golfers, ‘\s if the gods above, in unison, had tossed their nectar down with us And crowned us with their gifts of high imagination and friendshi) While now, sunk to the crude and vul- gar level of the common Prohibi- tionist, We must on drab settees and watch the setting of the sober sun, Moistened by lonely lemons, josephus navel oranges or bromidie bryanic grape juice TLM eternal ARKE: I hear that you and your wife were playing poker last night How did you come out? Lane: T lost. “Why, T thought your wife lost.” “She did, but T had to pay for it.” I HERE is no Europe: what seems so is transition. OOVER will soon have the un- tamed Bolsheviki eating right out of his hand HE USED TO THINK THEY WERE FUNNY Ex-Crown Prince (looking over his old copies of Lire at his lunch hour): THERE'S MANY A TRUE WORD SPOKEN JEST. comicbooks.com