Life, 1921-05-05 · page 38 of 46
Life — May 5, 1921 — page 38: what you’re looking at
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This page combines advertising with humorous editorial content. The main advertisement promotes "Shah of Persia" transparent soap, emphasizing its luxury and high price ($1.00 for three cakes). The copy argues that people who appreciate quality are willing to pay premium prices—a pitch to aspirational consumers. The editorial content includes Dorothy Parker's poem "Song of the Open Country" (presented as inspiration for reader generosity), followed by three short humor pieces. "Low Spirits" jokes about a séance gone wrong at a family gathering. "They All Read 'Em" satirizes the popularity of newspaper comic strips among all social classes, particularly adults reading them publicly on Sunday mornings. The final item mocks female writers' self-deprecation. The overall page reflects 1920s consumer culture, literary sophistication, and gentle social observation typical of *Life* magazine's satirical voice.
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He “Obeyed That Impulse” M® HENRY C. SHERIDAN, of New York, read a poem in the April 7th issue of Lire—entitled “ Song of the Open Country,” by Dorothy Parker, and was so greatly entertained by it that he promptly forwarded a five pound box of candy to the author, a box of Corona-Corona cigars to the editorial board, and a check JEWELS OF ASIA: From Damascus came the famous ‘ for $100 to Lire’s Fresh Air Farm 3 blades of Damascus steel--the We reproduce the poem herewith, in the \ weapon of war-like royalty as A \ And though centuries have ) hope that it will inspire other readers to ' Logger isg ~ Horley similar outbursts of generous enthusj- lence. asm: \ SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY. HEN lights are low, and the d died, 1 sit and dream of the countryside Where sky meets earth at the meadow’s end, I dream of a clean and wind-swept space Where each tall tree is a stanch old friend, And each frail bud turns a trusting face. A purling brook, with each purl a pray’r, To the bending grass its secret tell While, softly borne on the scented air, Comes the far-off chime of chapel bells. A tiny cottage I seem to see, In its quaint old garden set apart ; And a Sabbath calm steals over me While peace dwells deep in my heart. And I thank whatever gods look « That I am living right here int Dorothy Low Spirits “These family gatherings are so depres sing,” a lady observed to her daughter “How shall we entertain our guests?” “We must do something to rai rits,” said the daughter gl ut not what we did last year dered the lady. “What was that quired a friend, who was present at the di You could never per- Though Shah of Persia cussion. “Oh,” said the lady with a groan suade the manor woman __ israther high priced they “we invited a medium, and held a seance; who likes Shah of Persia would willingly pay Int the only manifestations we Transparent Soap to. more. y actless and vulgar remarks from even try another kind, called Jeremiah, and insulting messages Shah ‘of’ Persia Trans- from’ another one named Jane. The whole They take too much parent Soapismadefrom lot of us went up to bed either indignant or pleasure in its jewel-like costly ingredients by an in tears."—London Morning Post. sparkle and transparency exacting process. Pro- —brilliant asa first water Scciiee 2 necessarily They All Read ‘Em topaz. Emited. Maybe the colored sheets of the papers are made for children, but it seems They are too fond of the Th is $1.00 f \ the people who get the most fun out of them clinging, alluring fra- e price is $1.00 for a are the men and women. At least they are grance of its mysterious three-cake box. If your ‘ the ones that read them in public. ( Oriental bouquet. dealer cannot supply you, d:y morning about church time the ; mail us one dollar and cars are full of people going to churck Thus the price becomes we will send you a box returning from Sunday school with secondary. prepaid. : noses buried in the funny paper, wh CRYSTAL SOAP CO., Rm.196, 366 FIFTH AVE., NEW YORK soberer ectlons Ne ipexlesten ta” ihs and ‘little Johnnie and Mary stare the window and receive their am: from the less laborious method of ing what is going on in the streets —Birmingham Age-Herald. I xNow a woman who writes a little, and who lately had a story appear in a magazine. I was about to read it, and the author said “It isn't very. good; it was about a fat woman, and a thin woman edited it.” —E. W. Howe's Monthly, comicbooks.com