Life, 1919-06-26 · page 38 of 43
Life — June 26, 1919 — page 38: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct elements: **Main Cartoon ("If a Wire-Haired Terrier Could Speak"):** A humorous monologue imagining what a dog would say to its master. The terrier chatters about hunting mice, burying bones, growling at strangers, and seeking affection—satirizing how pet owners project human thoughts onto their animals' simple behaviors. The joke targets sentimental anthropomorphism. **Advertisements:** Two product ads (Orangeine pain tablets and White Rock table water) typical of early 20th-century patent medicine marketing, claiming curative powers with minimal regulation. **"Oblivion" Poem by Mabel Haughton Collyer:** A brief satirical verse about a wealthy magnate lamenting his invisibility despite fame and newspaper coverage. The punchline—that he's upset he "did not get a bomb by mail"—darkly jokes that even violent notoriety would prove his existence. This likely references contemporary anarchist threats or radical violence concerns of the era. The page demonstrates Life magazine's mix of social satire, domestic humor, and period advertising.
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If a Wire-Haired Terrier Could Speak ELLO, master! Hello! hello! hello! Golly, I'm glad to see you! See me jump! Oh, master, there's a nest of field mice in the dead grass be- yond the pump in the old field. 1 dug "em up, but they got away from me, Hey, master, how about going for a walk? When do I get some supper? : #5 F T dug up a bone to-day from und Health j your hollyhocks and buried it gain Has Punch! \ LENG is under your tomato plants. You're a F good old scout, master, and you won't mind, will you? A strange man walked by to-day and I growled at him some- thing fierce. Gee, I'll bet he was scared of me! Don't you worry about me, master; I'll take care of you. How about coming out i the lawn and ing with me, master? Seratch my head, will you? And rub my back with your foot, won't you? You are certainly next de YOUR DOCTOR roand Come or ASSURES You Yous ILLNESS WILL NOT BE FATAL— TABLETS OR POWDERS will help preserve your health by relieving your system of the nervous shock of pain. Doctors say, stop pain at once, because it taxes your strength and endurance, is a severe nervous strain and causes over-fatigue which menaces health. To endure pain which spoils efficiency is foolish and dangerous; take the Doctor's ladvice—STOP it—with pleasant, wholesome Orangeine, that for twenty-five years has been relieving millions from headache, neuralgia, indigestion, and colds. It gives relief promptly. Have it on hand for emergency at all times. The Doctor’s Prescription is on Every Package because Orangeine is a physician's prescription. It contains no opiates. ‘* Know what you're taking.” Insist on Orangeine. At all druggists for convenience—and in most homes for emergency. Tablet or Powder Form. Prices Per Package: Powders—10c, 25¢ Tablets—15c, 25¢ ORANGEINE CHEMICAL COM Oblivion MET a magnate looking glum. He said, “I thought that I had fame— That my career was going some— The papers often print my name. 1 thought I'd voiced myself aloud On vital questions of the day— That I was known to all the crowd, And yet"—he turned his face “Tt seems I'm harmless, lat and pale— | I did not get a bomb by mail!” ‘Mabel Haughton Collyer. | comicbooks.com -