Life, 1922-04-20 · page 3 of 34
Life — April 20, 1922 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct sections: **"A Social Service Worker's Lament"** (left): A poem by Mabel Cleland Ludlum satirizing social workers' experiences—depicting their exhausting work with poor populations, clinic management, and emotional toll. The speaker ironically notes their heart "hardened" despite sympathetic intentions, ending with regret about sacrificing personal life. **"Breaking Construction Records"** (center/right): A Bell System advertisement highlighting telephone infrastructure expansion since 1920—450,000 new poles installed in 1921 alone, with accompanying statistics about wire installation and underground construction. This celebrates industrial progress and technological achievement. **"The Dyspeptic's Family"** (bottom): A humorous domestic scene where a mother disapproves of her son's engagement to "Willie Smith," dismissing him as unambitious, and frets about nutritional details rather than his character. The page mixes social commentary with corporate promotion and domestic humor typical of 1920s satirical magazines.
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A Social Service Worker’s Lament WAS a social worker \Vith my mind upon reports, I worked from early morn to dewy eve, I saved the poor from starving, I closed the dance resorts, I led a busy life, you may believe. perintended clinics e halt, the lame and blind, ed and measured children by the score; nehed them and I poked them y never seemed to mind, lways came back patiently for more. And I worked along contentedly With other folks’ affairs, I changed the social service with the Until quite unexpectedly And wholly unawares A doctor came who had the nicest smile. He opened up a clinic For the broken hearts of all, Oh, I became his patient on the spot! He said my heart was hardened, That it wasn’t broke at all! And that was all the sympathy I got. And now he goes on probing hearts, Entirely unawares Of mine—his worst heart case’s little moan, And I—I go on minding All the other folks’ affairs, And hoping that some day I'll have my own! Mabel Cleland Ludlum, HEALTH axe’ Are you fit—vibrant with health and energy —smooth- skinned andclear should investlgheet Renulife Viol Ray. i iolet By elimi the ills of ape ing up bew strength asdvitality cleaves Yeusa 5903 IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN Canada: Pitt St., E, Windsor, Ont, SWITCHBOARDS TELEPHONES Breaking Construction Records Since 1920, faced with the greatest demand for service in telephone history, the Bell System has surpassed all previous records for the installation of new telephone equipment. In the last two years more than 1,000,000 additional stations have been added to the system by construction. This is equal to the entire number of telephones in Great Britain. In 1921 alone, 450,000 new poles were placed—enough to make a telephone line from New York to Hong Kong. The aerial wire put into service in the same year, 835,000 miles in all, is enough to string 60 wires on such a telephone line. 1,875,000 miles of wire, en- closed in 1,500 miles of cable, were added to underground and submarine lines in 1921. New underground duct totaling 11,000,000 feet was constructed, this representing approximately 300 miles of subway. 69 new central office buildings and im- portant additions were com- pleted or in progress, and new switchboards with a capacity of many thousands of connections were installed. This equipment added to the Bell System, great though it is in volume and value, represents but a small part of the vast property which enables the tele- phone on your desk to give the service to which you are accus- tomed. And to meet the in- creasing demands for new service, the work of construction goes on. “BELL SYSTEM" AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES One Policy, One System, Universal Service, and all directed toward Better Service The Dyspeptic’s Family ss OTHER, I’m going to marry Willie Smith,” said the care- less young thing, bursting into the breakfast-room at the early hour of eleven. “Why, my dear child!” exploded her robust and en negligé parent. “One moment. You're going to do no such thing. I don’t mind not knowing what he looks like, but I do mind know- ing absolutely nothing whatever about him— What do you know?” “Qh, he’s all right, Mother. I've in- quired about his parents and ancestors, his college and clubs, and his allow- ance and salary.” “All of which, my dear, are of no importance whatever,” answered her mother. “What I want to know is, does he ever think or talk bran or yeast or calories or vitamins?” “Oh, Mother darling, how could I possibly have overlooked that!” ex- claimed the careless young thing as she hurried away to telephone Willie. D. H. B. comicbooks.com