Life, 1921-12-08 · page 5 of 34
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This page contains two unrelated pieces: **"What Is Home Without an Elephant?"** is a humorous advice column about keeping pet elephants in homes. The accompanying illustration shows an elephant in a bathtub. This appears to be gentle satire on the Victorian trend of exotic pet ownership among the wealthy—the impractical notion of maintaining large wild animals domestically. The advice (breaking them of bad habits, using peanuts as rewards, etc.) treats elephants as comedic household problems. **"My Buddy"** is a patriotic poem honoring soldiers who died in World War I (referenced as "the Unknown Dead" and "broken men who fared with me overseas"). The illustration shows civilians gathered below what appears to be a memorial or monument, looking upward. This reflects post-WWI mourning culture and the valorization of war dead common in 1920s American periodicals.
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id. ‘CORDING to a recent writer, an A elephant is as playful as a kitten. “It is,” he declares, “a far nicer pet than a kitten, for it is more careful of injury to its fellows.” ‘It is better, however, to secure as young an elephant as possible, so that early in life he will get the run of the house and become friendly with the children. It is not that an old elephant is necessarily more treacherous than a Hage, young one, but elephants acquire habits, just as human beings do, and when one has an elephant for a house pet, it is much better to break him in in his youth to your way of doing things rather than have him insist too much on his own way Any elephant can be trained not to jump up on the foot of the bed at night just as you are composing yourself to sleep. Then, again, an elderly elephant, when you give him his bath, is likely at the wrong moment to suck up all the water from the bathtub, and squirt it out again in the living-room later. You can train a young elephant not to do this, so that giving him his bath be- comes a genuine pleasure. Elephants, take them by and large, “My message to the people of Canada is, ‘Honor the dead by_helpin, Byng o [ AM the soul of the Unknown Dead, and a word to the world I speak For my comrades passing my catafalque, weary and worn and What Is Home Without an Elephant? | are very temperamental, although with admirable poise they endeavor to con- ceal this under a placid exterior. It is best to be aware of this fact and wher- ever possible to use tact and considera- tion. When his feelings are hurt or he is crossed, an elephant is likely to lose his temper. Before this happens if pos- sible try to entice him into some room where the furniture is of such a char- acter that it will not be missed. The elephant when entering one of his tantrums usually begins by sway- ing from side to side, humming softly to him- self. This is the moment to act. Sometimes a barrel or so of nice fresh peanuts will placate him, and these should always be kept on hand where they may be easily reached. Also, do not wake him suddenly when he is taking his daily nap, otherwise he is likely to be startled and, without meaning to do so, will rise so sharply as to cause the ceiling and even the roof considerable damage. On the whole, it is better to select your elephant when he is about four weeks old and you can get him through one of the doors. If you wait much longer, you may have to hoist kim up outside onto the back porch, and then have the door space enlarged. As car- penters charge all the way from nine to sixteen dollars a day, this expense might just as well be avoided. Once inside, he can grow up with the family. Do not, under any circumstances, allow him to squeeze his way out-doors. Iie might get sunburned. 7. L. M. My Buddy to me, weak. me oversea? Isleey in peace, and my resting-place is worthy of all our dead; But what of the Buddy I left behind, and where does he find and slow, his bed? I prize the guerdon that you bestow, the glory the nameless won, For we who have given our lives for you, mock not at the things you've done; But, oh, my spirit was sad to-day, as they passed in the grand review— For, if you give of your best to me, why not to my Buddy too? Edward S. Van Zile. And my rest is broken to know that they have still so far to go. I am the soul of the Unknown Dead, and its homage you pay But what have you done for the broken men who fared with They’ve passed my bier, as I lay in state, with hesitant step comicbooks.com