Life, 1920-11-18 · page 14 of 44
Life — November 18, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Local Gossip"** — A anecdotal story about a harvest festival and a competitive ox-cart race, typical of the gossipy, folksy humor Life magazine published. 2. **"Save the Poe Cottage"** — A fundraising appeal for Edgar Allan Poe's home in Fordham, New York, requesting $20,000 to preserve it as a museum. This reflects early 20th-century efforts to memorialize American literary figures. 3. **"Something New"** — A commentary on Vachel Lindsay, a poet and performer who chanted his work across America. The piece describes his theatrical style and unconventional approach to poetry performance, noting his "gleaming blue eyes" and emotional intensity. 4. **Bottom cartoon** — A domestic humor sketch about a new cook, reflecting typical household comedy of the era.
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LOCAL GossIP Wall, they had quite a doin’s over to the Ridge last Tuesday; called it a Harvest Festival, an’ it cost a quarter to git in. Harry Sned tuk his dad’s old roan and went and gut Sarah Willett. Sarah's mother wouldn't let her go onless she went along too, so Harry made the best of it and crowded her in, The young folks didn’t object to the squeezin’, Wall, there was quite a lot of corn and garden truck . . ‘ * in the hall competin’ fer the prize. Everybuddy thought First Shipwreck Victim: ye Ssatp Ye COULD PRAY, SO I'LL PUT Si Meechin would git it on account of his having druve ON TH’ LIFE-PRESERVER—WE'VE ONLY COT ONE his two hired men morning, noon and night. Yer see, "twas this way: Them two lunkheads heard tell of this daylight savin’, and they wuz against it 0’ course. Si Save the Poe Cottage is as sharp a'hoss trader as they is, and he argued : tye ee with ‘em till he gut ’em all confused, and then he sed AST week Lire appealed to its readers to aid in raising a 4 ise, half dayligh : Ef sha te eared gay ort fund for the preservation of Edgar Allan Poe's home in out all summer by daylight and then switched the clock Fordham, New York. It was in this cottage that Poe spent his back at moon sad drove "eat all aigraoan by regular last years, suffering from illness and from abject poverty, and Carry has been a-livin’ in the old Dosher place this gaining but scant recognition for his brilliant writings. summer, and of course you couldn't raise nuthin’ but Twenty thousand dollars is needed to restore the building fade dandelion wine aad they give her fiat pase and to provide sufficient income for its permanent maintenance as a museum of historic and literary interest, and as a'memorial to the genius who wrote “ The Raven” and “ Annabel Lee.” Something New UTSIDE of the Metropolitan Opera House and the churches, Mr. Vachel Lindsay is our chief chanter. We do not pretend to be up in all the latest styles in poetry, but Mr. Lindsay is declared just at present to be our star poet. He tramps and chants from coast to coast when he is present among us. Just now he is in England, and the Manchester Guardian tells us that he is “a young man with gleaming blue eyes in a mobile actor’s face. . . . Throwing his head far back and shutting tight his eyes, he becomes the sensitive instrument through which his emotions blow into music.” Strange that nobody has thought of do- ing this before. “QHE'S always talking about her first husband.” “He's passed beyond, hasn’t he?” “By JOVE, EMILY! THAT NEW COOK I BROUGHT HOME LAST NIGHT IS A WONDER. “Not that you can notice.” YOU WOULDN'T KNOW SHE'S IN THE HOUSE comicbooks.