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This page contains **advertising disguised as editorial content** rather than political satire. The main feature, "And Now Their Cashier Carries a Colt," presents a fictional robbery scenario: a company cashier is robbed of $2,500 in payroll, prompting his boss to send him to purchase a Colt revolver for protection. The entire narrative is a **Colt firearms advertisement** promoting handguns as essential business security. The "Our Foolish Contemporaries" section reprints humorous letters from other publications—including one about an overcoat's button placement—typical satirical filler. Minor content includes a cartoon showing a "Bandit" stating he's "looking after the funds" (a bank robbery joke), advertisements for cigars and indigestion remedy (Bellans), and a dialect humor piece "Sad Parting" about feuding mountaineers. **The satire here is minimal**; the page primarily serves as advertising wrapped in entertainment, typical of Life magazine's business model in this era.

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“They got it all !”” he managed to say, and sank into a chair And Now Their Cashier Carries a Colt ATURDAY A.M. Pay Day! At eleven o'clock precisely, methodical John Morse, cashier for Keith & Company, took the small, black bag in which he carried his payroll and hurried over to the Merchants’ National Bank. “One hundred and fifty tens, one hundred and fifty fives, one hundred twos, and fifty, ones this time, please.” “There you are, Jack,” said the teller as he placed the various piles of greenbacks under the wicket, “twenty-five hundred dollars.” John Morse dropped the package into the black bag as he had done on a hundred Saturday mornings before and left the bank. Five minutes later breathless, speechless, pale and disheveled, he burst into Mr. Keith’s office minus the bag. “They got into a chair. got it all!” it all!” he managed to say, and sank “T did my best to save it, but they “Only last night when I read about that Everett robbery,” said Mr. Keith, glumly, “I was thinking ‘it might happen to us.’ It might happen to any- one—once. But we'll take no chances again. Here, John, run over to Stevens’ right now and get the best Colt Revolver they carry. after you and the payroll will come back t Pa ” Here- ogether The newspapers are full of stories of payroll robberies. It happens every day —evecywbese. Yet you need not fear. You can go and come in safety protected by a trusty Colt. A Colt Revolver may save your money and your life. A small investment for a great protection. Your dealer will gladly show you various models of Colt’s Revolvers and Automatic Pistols. If you write to the Colt’s Patent Fire Arms Mfg. Co., Hartford, Connecticut, they will send you free “The Romance of a Colt,” an interesting book sent free for the asking. The Bandit: Well—what of it? We are looking after the funds of some clients of ours, We don’t think they're safe enough in your bank. —L'Illustration (Paris). Our one profit. direct to smokers method, serves you with fresh cigars made in our own factories, in the only section of the world thac can produce perfect Havana cigars, at a biz saving. All hand made shapes and sizes in Clear priced from $6.00 Write ‘us on your letter- head stating shape and color you Iie and price you pay. We will then send you some to try. ‘THOMPSON & COMPANY, Inc., 19 Twiggs Street ‘TAMPA, FLORIDA , belt of an overcoat purchased a few days OUR_ FOOLISH CONTEMPORARIES an By the Second Post “GENTLEMEN: Am sending you back the ago from you. It is too short. One with the shortest button placed where the end one ought to be on this one would be about right as when the end button on this one is used in connection with where there Sad Parting Two mountaineers had long enjoyed a blood feud with each other, but at last neighbors, desiring peace, managed to bring them together. For several minutes after the meeting not a word was said, | Finally one, scratching his ,thumb-nail reflectively on the butt of his gun, re. marked : . “Well, pardner, I’m not going to be with e much longer.” The second was relieved but strove to conceal his feelings. “Don't talk thatta way, Seth,” monstrated. “We been enemies fer year, but of course I'll miss ye. goin’ to shoot yerself, are ye?” “No,” drawled the first, “I certainly ain't goin’ to shoot myself, and I ain't he re- twenty Ye ain't | goin’ away, neither, but seein’ as how ye ain’t ever goin’ ter see me again, I figgered | ye mought have somethin’ ye wanted ter say first.” —American Legion Weekly, Sale Ho! Stefansson, the A'rctic explorer, stepped | into a haberdasher’s shop the other morn- ing, made a purchase and gave his name and address. The clerk asked if it were possible that he was the explorer. He replied that he was. “T’ve been reading about your trip to the Arctic,” said the clerk. “I certainly don’t envy your life—away from every- thing for four months.” “Where have you been all this time?” inquired the explorer. “Oh, right here,” was the reply. —Atlanta Constitution. Business Competition “Young man,” said the Boss, glaring at | the clock, “do you realize that every min- | ute lost to this firm is an opportunity | gained by the competition?” “Yes, sir, I do,” said the Kid, manfully. “But the better our competitor gets along, sir, the more ambition it puts in us to meet ’em!” —Richmond Times-Dispatch. Return of the Native Returnep Native Son (to loca! char- acter): You certainly have changed a | lot, Uncle Anderson. CAL CHARACTER ain't Anderson! Native Son: What the deuce, is your name changed, too? —Kasper (Stockholm). “How far,” asked the prospect, “is this house from the trolley?” “Oh,” retorted the promising young real-estate man, “not_more than a couple of wave lengths!”"—Buffalo Express. (sourly): Name could be an end button hole on this belt it is a good fit, but there are none. Other than the above the belt is all right. Yours, ete. D. S. 0.” —Chicago Tribune. Reform To-morrow “Mother, our school has a new class on deportment.” “Indeed! Then what is your arm doing | on the supper table?” “Oh, but we don’t start till next week.” —Boston Transcript. “T was in the army.” “All through the war?” “Well, that’s what I put it down to.” —Passing Show (London), from a play. Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION 6 BELL-ANS Hot water Sure Relief A ples Mrs. remo from Arpl loan. ferre outra Bh day 2 all-w ton 17 is be guest Me joy t and | his w ing Four gas— spark $2.50, Wi Suffe house Whis Whis in he sible Cleop $50, made “WI! ) raphe: “ls De “Ye ) hard.” comicbooks.com