Life, 1922-04-13 · page 31 of 34
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This page is primarily **advertising**, not political satire. It contains two distinct elements: **Left side:** A literary parody titled "Tendencies in Recent Siberian Drama" by Morris Bishop. This mocks pretentious avant-garde theater by describing an absurdly melodramatic Russian play involving phosphorescent miners, tears freezing igloos, and characters being eaten by wolves—clearly ridiculous on its face. The satire targets experimental theater's overwrought emotionalism and obscure continental influences then fashionable among intellectuals. The small cartoon below shows someone defending "impressionists," likely referencing this same cultural pretension. **Right side:** Straightforward **advertising** for Canadian Pacific Railway's ocean liner service, the "Empress of Scotland," promoting luxury transatlantic travel from Quebec to European ports. This is not satirical content. The page juxtaposes literary mockery with commercial promotion—typical of Life magazine's mix of humor and paid content.
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Tendencies in Recent Siberian Drama (Continued from page 13) straction and his habit of weeping bit- terly every time he dances with her. On parting from her he gives her the head of a mudfish as a sign that he is interested in her. She shyly hands him a piece of soap as a symbol that she wishes his hidden self to emerge. He thrusts the soap in his bosom and rushes out ina fit of weeping. Forty years pass. Ivan is now a worker in the great phosphorus mines. He has become so impregnated with phosphorus that he gives off a gentle glow as he paces the tundras during the long arctic nights. On one such night Katjuschka is sitting before her igloo, crooning the Lullaby of the Vodka Bot- tlers to her thirty-ninth child. Ivan leans against her igloo and begins to weep. His hot tears wear a channel down the wall of the snow igloo, seri- ously menacing the structure. She begs him to desist. Something in his ges- ture of resignation stirs an old memory in her brain, “Ivan!” she cries, “Kat- j ’ He draws from his bosom c of soap. “I have kept it,” he ys, “all these years. I have never used it.” “Let us go,” she murmurs, “out into the night—under God’s ever- lasting stars—” The soap, shining like a jewel-encrusted ikon with the phos- phorescence of forty years, is ~their guide. By its light they go out hand in hand upon the great steppes, and are immediately eaten by wolves. From this brief and I fear inade- quate «per¢u one should be able to sense some of those compelling melodies which dominate the Siberian drama as a saxophone dominates an orchestra. Is it unreasonable to hope that ere many years these astounding master- pieces will be fittingly produced in our own country? I, for one, look to see the day when the name of Blagow- | jesentschensk will be outlined in elec- tric lights over the doors of many of our theatres. I am encouraged by the fact that the New York Edison Com- pany is said to be behind the project. Morris Bishop. Wl UE Zp Y “What is your attitude towards those oc impressionists eae “Oh, I’ ressio : ma suP'tondon Mail. * LIFE - CANADIAN PACIFIC “Empress of Scotland” Via Quebec and the St. Lawrence Only Four Days on Atlantic to CHERBOURG — SOUTHAMPTON — HAMBURG Montreal, the largest in- ce French land port in the world, with its historic Chateau Ramezay and alluring side trips. Quebec, the“Gib- raltar of America,” with its Citadel, plainsof Abraham and memories of Wolfe and Mont- calm; itsold-world French quaintness and the palatial ChateauFrontenac » The voyage down the tiver—the broad highway traveled by La Salle, Cartier and Champlain, pioneering ad- venturers from the old world —with the beauties of prim- eval forest and rocky cliffs on either hand, the shores dotted with thriving hamlets and busy towns. Then the broad expanse of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, past Anticosti, the Mag- dalens, Cape Breton Island and New- foundland to the open sea. Down the St. Lawrence An “inland voy- age” followed by four glorious days onthe Atlantic. A fresh-water, salt-water journey on board one of the large finely appointed “Empress” liners from Quebec to Cherbourg, Southampton and Hamburg. A Fresh-Water, Salt-Water Journey ‘ The “Empress of France” empress OF will be joined this spring by the new “Empress of Scotland” the largest liner on the St. Law- rence route. This new queen of the Canadian service is a magnificent oil- burning vessel of 25,037 gross tons with every appointment for the comfort of the traveler. Twelve public rooms, including regally decorated ballroom, music-room, smoking-room and palm garden. All the “Empress” trans-Atlantic liners have large well-ventilated staterooms, and service and cuisine ¢o satisfy che most expeyienced travelers. Everything Canadian Pacific standard—none better. One-Class The, Canadian Service Pacific also offers a splendid one- class service between Montreal and Quebec and Liverpool, Glasgow, Southampton and Antwerp. Bridging Two Oceans— TheCanadian g a Pacific is the Linking Four Continents world’s great- est transportation system. With 19,600 miles of railway it reaches practically every part of Canada and many parts of the United States. Its trans-Atlantic and trans-Pacific Steamship serv- ices link _Amer- ica with Europe, Asia, the Orient and Australia. Berlin For rates and full information about your ocean and rail trips, Ask the CANADIAN PACIFIC New York, N. Y.—Madison Ave., at 44th St. Montreal, Can.—141 St. James St. Chicago, IIL—40 N. Dearborn St. Canadian Pacific Offices All Over the World comicbooks.com,