Life — March 29, 1923 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Man’s Medicine HIS Earth’s a foolish place, Hell-bent it seems to drive, And men upon its face Interminably strive. As they have always gone From scrap again to scrap, They tend to go right on And mutilate the map. Folks say they always will Because they’re built that way. It’s easier to kill Than in accord to stay. But now invention’s flight So aids them to destroy, A fear has come to blight The old-time battle joy— The fear man’s got so smart With guns and planes and gas, He'll have to change his heart Or off the planet pass. Poor man, he loathes the choice; He wriggles to rebel; He loves to raise his voice And tell folks—-Go to hell! He loves to grab and gain; He loves the good old rule; It gives him awful pain To own he’s been a fool. He reveled in his strength And worshiped what he made, And finds himself at length Of his own tools afraid. He's torn with inward strife Whether to take the count, Or make his rule of life The Sermon on the Mount. Who would his debts escape, His debtors must forgive; Who would his life reshape, Must help his neighbor live. Man’s medicine is that, He greets it with a frown, And reaches for his hat, And says it won't go down. But that’s the only cure, He'll take it some fine day, E’en now by paths obscure One sees him on the way. He's got his fill of fight; His old-time point of view He knows was never right; He'll change it, or he’s through. E. S. M. “Ah! What's the use o’ givin’ me this? There ain’t no place to roll a hoople around up here.” Sayings of Famous Women Drivers Trixie Tornado: I came, I saw, I shut my eyes. Sarah Skidmore: Don't stop for a traffic signal till the cop can see the whites of your eyes. Ruth Rigid: For how can one die better than in a glorious smash? Desdemona Desperado: Give me gangway or give me death! Griselda Grim: You can dodge some of the pedestrians some of the time, but nobody can expect you to dodge all the pedestrians all the time. Imogene Imp: Surrender the right of way in the name of Women’s Rights! The Pendulum “I suppose one should turn to re- serve again. Being common has be- come so ordinary.” \ The Mild West UT in the romantic, magnetic, and virile West; out where the cold, gray mountains are colder, grayer, and more mountainous than any cold, gray mountains you ever saw; out where the men are all 100% he-men, two-fisted and likewise two-footed, two-eared, two-eyed,-not to mention two-tonsilled; out thar (that is not a typographical error), out thar there’s a town which calls its Garbage Department the Table Refuse Department. Tie that! It was disappointing to discover that the gar—pardon—the table ref- use collectors wore the conventional overalls rather than the somewhat more appropriate flannels with jacket of shetland homespun and cap of the same material. A Woman always needs two hats when traveling: one to wear and one to carry in a band-box. comicbooks.com