Life, 1920-08-19 · page 12 of 40
Life — August 19, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **apologies from public figures** addressing criticism they'd faced. The visible letters include apologies from President Eliot (to West Point), Cobot Lodge (to Woodrow Wilson), W.R. Hearst (to the American people), and Bernard Shaw (to Lloyd George). The **main cartoon** depicts a minister at a church entertainment addressing his congregation, with the caption about "upward and onward until we reach the pinnacle"—satirizing typical sanctimonious clergy rhetoric. Below, a second cartoon shows a man lecturing to an audience with the caption "Who said Pinocchio? I'm game"—likely mocking someone's evasiveness or dishonesty. The page satirizes public figures offering insincere apologies and defensive explanations for their controversial actions or statements.
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316 Some Apologies N view of President Butler's apology to General Wood, the following sugges- tions may now be in order: President Eliot to West Point. EAR WEST POINT: Because I have been connected with Harvard College for so long, I realize now that I have made a fatal mistake in calling at- tention to the alleged fact that you are not educated. Hoping you are the same, C.W.E. The Hon. Cabot Lodge to the Hon. Wood- row Wilson, Deak Otp Enemy: I cannot tell you how sorry I am that your mind is so con- stituted that it cannot go along with mine. “PA DOES THAT SOMETIMES, MISTER, vv Y | it A < ty sees — HE CALLS IT FISHIN’, BUT MA CALLS IT LOAFIN’” Minister (reciting, at church entertainment): THEN UPWARD AND ONWARD UNTIL WE REACH THE PINNACLE Jones (waking up): WHO SAID PINOCULE? I'M GAME In apologizing for this, may I not say that when politics is placed above country, it must always be a matter of regret for able minds like ours. Reservedly yours, H.C. L. W. R. Hearst to the American people. Dear Peorte: I cannot tell you how much I regret being such a bad influence in American life. I have tried to over- come my tendencies, but up to the time of going to press I haven't been able to make the slightest impression upon myself. Bear with me and forgive me for the past. While I cannot promise anything for the future, I shall keep on struggling against myself. Repentantly yours, W. R. HL Bernard Shaw to Lloyd George. Dear Sik: The trouble with me is that T write too well for the subjects I handle. I am sorry that I am an Irishman, sorry that I wasn’t born in Wales, and sorry that I can't be any sorrier. Sorrowfully yours, G. B.S. Done in a Day NEW YORK evening newspaper in- forms its home-page readers that “the Metropolitan Art Museum cannot be done in a da Would that we were en- dowed with this Roman quality! Now that “dollars to doughnuts” has come to mean “ fifty-fift most of us find our- selves being done several times a day. comicbooks.