Life, 1922-11-09 · page 31 of 36
Life — November 9, 1922 — page 31: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains mostly **advertisements and literary content**, not political cartoons. The main items are: 1. **"A Cubist Love Song"** — a satirical poem mocking Cubist art movement's geometric abstraction by describing a woman's features using mathematical/geometric terminology ("oblate spheroid," "parallelepipedical nose," etc.). The satire targets modernist art's obscure jargon and disconnect from reality. 2. **Multiple advertisements** for shoes (Cammeyer), garters (E.Z. Garter), cigarettes (Milano), and indigestion relief (Bellans) — typical 1918 product marketing. 3. **"They Shall Not Pass"** — appears to be a one-act play set during WWI's final day (November 11, 1918), depicting soldiers in a trench awaiting the armistice. The title references the famous WWI battle cry. The page is primarily a **magazine layout mixing editorial content with advertising**, not political commentary or cartooning.
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ae 2B RE Be 28e gg i] A Cubist Love Song H, I love my love with a round, round love, With a love that hath no end; With an infinite-angled circular love, A limitless, circular-ircular love, With a love that hath no end. Her eye is a true oblate spheroid With a hyperbolical roll; An ellipsoidally curved spheroid, A sphere-spheroidally-oid spheroid, With a hyperbolical roll. Her parallelepipedical nose Has an obtuse, upward slant, Her too obtuse, polyhedrical nose, Her generatrixical-ixical nose, Has an obtuse, upward slant. She has such parabolical lips, So helicoidally curved; A pair of parabolical lips, Of e-elliptical-iptical lips, So helicoidally curved. Like A and B are her unknown ears, Posited here and there; Her own unknown, hypothetical ears, Her theo-e-oretical ears, Posited here and there. Oh, [love with a circumferential love, With a love that hath no end; With a polygonally-infinite love, A heliocentrical-entrical love, With a love that hath no end. M. I. MMOL asx ate U.S. PAT OFF, THE ORIGINAL WIDE GARTER At Last~ Incomparable Comfort! The E, Z. 2-Grip Garter is the final word in men’s garter comfort. The two grips divide the pull on the sock, at the same time holding th and neat on both sides, portant point to the well- man. The wide webbing does not bind muscles or veins. There are no hooks, slides, adjustments, or bunches’ of webbing—for the E. Z. Garter 18 unlike any other and is ed by basic patents. to $1. everywhere, in the 2,Grip or Stagie Grip—also Sport Garter (for knick- ers) andthe new EZ. wile Sus. penders, Sh ae The Thee, P. Paglor Co, Originators of the Wide-Web Idea “E. Z. 2-Grip” Footwear beautiful are amazed by the great variety of footwear perfection here. Tan Russia Calfskin with Fawn Suede inlay. Pa , leather swith inlay of Gray Suede. All Patent Leather. All Tan Russia All Dull Black Calfskin. Calfskin. ( An__ illustrated brochure will be sent on request New York's Most Beautiful Shoe Shop of Excellence Later, are hardly less surprised by the moderation in price. 671~Fifth 79 Between S3rd and 54th Streets OMEN with a certain unerring sense for the having bought, they Ani ioe © venue “They Shall Not Pass” (Continued from page 6) crouching about a flickering, candle- lit circle on the floor of the dugout: 1st Soldier: That’s all I’ve got. Shoot the pile. 2nd Soldier: Let ’em roll. 3rd Soldier: Ten francs he don’t pass. CurTaIN Act IV. Time: 10:59 A. M., November, 11, 1918. Place: Before Mets. Scene: A reserve position behind the newly formed American lines. A Group of Soldiers sprawled about in a well-constructed shelter trench which @ few days earlier was oc- cupied by enemy forces. Several hundred meters to the rear a Battery Commander, with eye on his watch and arm upraised for the signal that may fire the last shot of the war, is riddled by a random burst of long-range machine gun fire. As he sinks to the ground the battery roars out a parting salvo which he barely lives to hear. In the uncanny stillness that fol- lows Three Soldiers are discovered, nervously fidgeting about, seated on the edge of the reserve trench: 1st Soldier: I crave action. 2nd Soldier: Who's got the ivories ? 3rd Soldier: Aw, I lost ’em. Shell splinter tore a holé in my pants. All Three (in sympathetic unison): Ain’t that hell! Tue Enp, V.M. P. Fifth /h enuesku oritel Ypx “There is some thing fine abouti it Wa. DEMUTH, NEW YORK SureRelief FOR INDIGESTION >> 6 BELLANS Hot water Sure Relief E LLAN S 25¢ ano 75¢ PACKAGES EVERYWHERE comicbooks.com