Life, 1919-05-08 · page 13 of 46
Life — May 8, 1919 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct pieces: **"A Dog's a Dog for A' That"** is a poem (attributed to what appears to be Robert Burns) celebrating dogs' loyalty and worth regardless of pedigree or social status. The accompanying sketch shows two men in period dress observing a dog, with the caption "Won't you please make her run, master, so I can chase her?" It's a gentle joke about a dog's simple pleasures. **"A Total Loss"** is a short story about Old Bill Blevins, a Texan rancher visiting a poorer neighbor named Buck. The narrative describes their conversation at Buck's home, with Buck's wife Jonah appearing in the accompanying cartoon, which depicts a domestic scene. The story appears to focus on frontier hardship and economic struggle during lean times. Both pieces reflect Life magazine's mix of sentimental and humorous commentary on American life.
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“WON'T YOU PLEASE MAKE HER RUN, MASTER, SO T CAN CHASE HER?” A Total Loss LD Bill Blevins went to the Panhandle of Texas when anches were empires and cowmen’s hearts as big as Twenty years after a tragedy in Buck Hew- Buck riding across the prairie doors. mily, old Bill saw visit him, slowly and dejectedly finishing the last lap of ten miles to his nearest n Underlay, pronto, you bald-headed old reprobate; you ighhor iler-hearted, absent-minded maverick!" Bill bellowed ‘ome on and light Buck “lit” from his pony at the corral gate What's eatin’ you? Why so tight-mouthed and glum sked old Bill, “Had to Kill a sufferin’ steer or hoss, I ckon, you old chicken-heart, and it busted you all uy * Naw!” blurted Buck "Well, cheer up, oldtimer !” rimful behind the door, and supper's cookin’, Bill came back. “The jug’s Come on, ou blazeface blatherskite, what's the ruction?” " ruction, jest tough luck,” was the answer. “Well, out with it!” “All right.” as Buck wiped a tear. “Old woman fell down steps; broke leg; had to shoot her.” 793 A Dog’s a Dog for A’ That LTHOUGH he has no pedigree And takes no prize, and a’ that, a mongrel be, A dog’s a dog for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, what's a prize and a’ that? He still c: The friend o° man and a’ that. 1 be a bonny beast, v his blood may not be blue, lacks “points” anda’ To child and man he can be true, A dog's a dog for a’ that for a’ that and a’ that, For what are “points” and a’ that, Can he not wag his tail as well, And bark as loud for a’ that? Although his ears may not be clipped And pointed up and a’ ¢! Although his tail may not be nipped, A dog’s a dog for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, His cars may flop and a’ that, A mongrel cur is still a dog, nd a’ that! > F. Burgess. The friend o’ man, Minn HE abundance of food for reflec- tion does not seem, as yet, to have affected the high cost of living. THE ORIGINAL SKEPTIC JONAH, AFTER HIS SOJOURN IN THE WHALE'S BELLY, WAS XG TO SQUARE HIMSELF WITH 11S WIFE FOR HIS PRO- S$ RATHER FISHY TO ME, ‘SUSPICIOUSLY. SNIFFED MRS. JONAH, comicbooks.com