Life, 1919-07-31 · page 13 of 40
Life — July 31, 1919 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct elements: 1. **"Chicago Mounted Policeman" cartoon** (top right): A satirical sketch mocking Chicago law enforcement, showing an officer on horseback with exaggerated features among city buildings. The accompanying text criticizes Chicago's corruption and need for reform, suggesting that training Chicago officials to New York standards would improve the city. 2. **"The Picnic" poem** (bottom): A romantic poem by Jeannette Phillips Gibbs contrasting a man's and woman's perspectives on an outdoor lunch, emphasizing their different concerns and discomforts during the outing. 3. **Illustration** (bottom right): An interior domestic scene with dialogue implying a woman helping herself to cigarettes, with her grandmother's suspicion implied. The page reflects early 20th-century satirical commentary on urban corruption and gender dynamics.
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‘LIFE: believes in Democracy, but wants to bring Chicago up to our own level, will teach the Chicagoans all the refine: ments of robbery, so that, in the course of time, a man who runs a Chicago restaurant, and wishes a change, can come on to New York and not be ashamed of himself. One Trained Social Leader. This lady has lived in Newport several weeks under Lire’s direction, and will take up the work in Chicago with en- thusiasm. The following wireless has just been received: We hope to land in Chicago to SINERCO HOU NTEDECEICEMAN night. We are now above it, but can ; cays not 468 it, We kiiow 3 Chicago, [Note by Editor This thrilling howaver,, by! theteavagwerieaiof cont howing how little men care for VIEW OF PITTSBURGH TAKEN FROM LIFE'S mercialism that penetrate the fumes their lives, will be continued in an DIRIGIBLE. Setu Boxe. early issue of Lire.] in one of our subways. He seems rea- sonably intelligent. He will learn from Chicago all the various ways they have of treating passengers, and—if he lives —will come back and tell us. One New York Restaurant Proprie- tor. This gentleman, who not only The Picnic ROM his point of view: A strong breeze Bringing peace to his heart. A green carpet of grass Like velvet cushions, where he sat. The rustling of leaves and the song of birds Like a fairy orchestra. The lunch spread on a white cloth Tempting his appetite; ‘The sun shining brightly, Filling his soul with warmth and joy ; The girl, a golden-haired sprite, Making the day with all its glories Perfect. From her point of view: A strong breeze Disarranging her hair. A green carpet of grass Where she sat in fear of stains upon her skirt. The rustling of leaves and the song of birds, The hum of mosquitoes biting her, Like a fairy orchestra. The lunch spread on a white cloth With ants marching over the food; The sun shining brightly, Scorching her neck and arms; The man lying there smoking Making the day with all its discomforts Possible. Mother: Mitpgep, HAVE YOU BEEN HELPING YOURSELF TO MY CIGARETTES? Jeannette Phillips Gibbs. “NO, MOTIER, BUT I HAVE MY SUSPICIONS OF GRANDMA.” comicbooks.com