Life, 1920-01-01 · page 42 of 48
Life — January 1, 1920 — page 42: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Life magazine page (page 42) contains primarily **advertisements and light poetry** rather than political satire. The main content includes: - **"Regular Cavalry"** — a sentimental poem about a soldier reunited with his horse after WWI, reflecting post-war nostalgia and the emotional bonds between soldiers and animals - **"The Rider of the King Log"** — an advertisement for a Holman Day novel set in Maine wilderness, marketed as romantic adventure fiction - **"The New Voter"** — the beginning of a piece satirizing women newly eligible to vote (likely referencing the 19th Amendment, 1920), with a woman dismissively dismissing political talk as "silly" The advertisements (Red Cross Cough Drops, Fownes Gloves, Cuticura, Cortez Cigars) are standard period marketing. **The satire here is gentle**: mocking new female voters as disinterested in politics while simultaneously giving them voice on the page — itself a form of social commentary on women's newly-won but still-questioned political participation.
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Pas For Coughs and Hoarseness Red Cross Cough Drops quickly relieve coughs and colds and take the tickle out of your throat. Speakers and smokers depend upon them. Chil- drenlovethem. They are madeofchemicajly pure loqredieate. ‘ed Cross Cough Drops have been famous for 30 years. Million: sold every season. It's every- favori' Red Cross Cough Drops at drug, candy and cigar stores. Handy box—packed full—six cents, Made by Candy Bros. Mfg. Co St. Louis Foresight rT ED: Penfield can’t write, but his books certainly sell. Nev: He always manages to guess what the public will be reading by the time his book gets out. THE GIANT THAT LIVES IN THE CELLAR Regular Cavalry WERE back on the shallow Rio, Where the sunsets blaze and die, From the drizzling rains of sunny France To the cactus and alkali— To the faint, keen smell of the desert wastes, From that sticky, muddy loam. I used to cuss this Texas heat, But, God, it seems like home! They took us cavalry soldiers And made us machine-gun men. I said good-by to my old brown horse And turned him into the pen. I never knew what a friend he was, But something stuck in my throat— He wheeled—and stopped--and looked atme . Good Lord, that got my goat! It wasn’t much of a picnic— That scrapping over there. There was times I thought I'd never last, And times I didn’t care. I often thought of the horse I'd lost, And wished before I died T could go on him one last patrol Along by the Rio’s side. It’s funny how things will happen. At last we quit the war, And back we came to the Borderland, The same as we was before. And when I looked at the picket line I nearly stripped my gears, The Rider of the King Log By Holman Day HOLMAN DAY inat his best fn this tense etary of love and lovaty, treachery and intrigue, set against the background of the Great Woods. The romantic adventure of life itselt stands out stark. clean, allering; the tang of the pines is ta hs pages, the spume of the chure- ing forest streams, the zest of been forest air, the bure of danger. A charnieg el, Cae, ust graduated trom » tushionsNe school, and the last persca ta, the ‘o igve with Clare's hap- Diness- This wovel, by the author of ""Where Your Treasure I big tn thrilling moments, eager in interest, full of the breadth, the bigness, the freshness of the Creat Woods itself. Ninstrated. $1.73 HARPER & BROTHERS Extablished 1817 OWNE! NAME IN EVERY PAIR Those who sell Fownes Gloves do not have to force or explain their wares. Since 1777 buyers have found them the best of GLOVES FOR MEN. WOMEN & CHILDREN Soothe Your Itching Skin With Cuticura All : Sosy Ointment 5 2, Talc 5. Sckaplo cach treo ot Soedcars: Bep® Brnenton FoR MEN 1G, ARS “MADE AT al GARS For there that lean old Brownie stood, The same from tail to ears! You bet I beat it to him And stroked his thick old mane. He smelled my blouse all up and down And stopped a-munchin’ grain. I yelled to my sergeant, old Bill Smith, “Say, Sarge, here’s the horse I had. Have a heart and let me keep him, Sarge, I want him—and want him bad.” So Brownie and I together Are back on the old patrol In the shifting sands of these desert lands Where the southern thunders roll There's trouble enough, but this life’s the stuff, And I'll take what wars we'll see, If they'll let me stay a cavalry guy And Brownie’s along with me. Francis Parsons. The New Voter “IT seems so silly to me,” she said scornfully, as she threw down the newspaper after a casual glance at the headlines. “What seems silly?” “All this talk about candidates for the presidency. There can’t but one be elected, can there?” “OF course not.” “Well, why should a dozen or so be trying for it? Why doesn’t just the man who is going to be elected be a candidate, and all the rest go on about their business, as all this talk and run- ning around isn’t going to do them any good after all?” comicbooks.com