Life, 1923-04-26 · page 5 of 36
Life — April 26, 1923 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a poem by Weed Dickinson celebrating colonial/imperial exploration of the South Pacific, with romantic imagery of coral reefs, trade winds, and adventure "over the rim" of the known world. The four small figures at top appear to be sequential poses illustrating physical comedy or acrobatics—possibly related to the cartoon below. The main illustration depicts animals (an elephant and zebra) playing golf, with the caption explaining that Willie Elephant's putting direction was good but his stroke was weak, and his opponent's distraction helped him along. This is straightforward animal humor—anthropomorphized creatures engaged in a popular sport, with a joke about competitive advantage through distraction. The page appears to be general entertainment content rather than specific political satire, typical of Life magazine's lighthearted approach to early 20th-century publishing.
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Over the Rim (Chantey of the Southwestern Seas) HEN the warm wind sighs of a coral reef, Dream o’ Mine, Over the Rim, It speaks of a land unknown to grief, Dream o° Mine, Over the Rim; Over the rim of the western sea, Where the paths of the world are wide and free, \Vith the mainsheet taut, and a swish alee, Dream o’ Mine, Over the Rim; Follow the drift of the flying spume, Follow the clear call far, Where the twisted palms on the white beach loom, And the dream and the Dreamer are. Where the white yawl heels to the steady wind, Dream o’ Mine, Over the Rim, And the billowing miles slide off behind, Dream o’ Mine, Over the Rim; Over the rim where the islands rise. And the South Pacific drowsing li The coral is pink as the sundown skies, Dream o’ Mine, Over the Rim; Follow the rustling South Sea Trail, Follow the trade wind’s track, Where the salt spray sings on the weather rail, Over the rim—and back! Weed Dickinson. Willie Elephant’s direction was good but the putt was short and, his opponent's attention being diverted momentarily, he helped it along. comicbooks.com