Life, 1923-05-31 · page 9 of 37
Life — May 31, 1923 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several distinct pieces: **"Their Bugler"** is a poem mourning soldiers who died at Belleau Wood (a WWI battle), proposing a bugler rather than a monument to commemorate fallen soldiers. **"The Art of Selling"** is a brief comic dialogue where a secretary tells an insurance agent that a doctor advised the agent to quit smoking—so the agent should leave without speaking. The joke targets pushy salesmen. **"Fixing Done Quietly"** appears to be a small advertisement for a financial advisor/fixer named Fannon, offering services to settle money disputes discreetly. **"Recollections of a Havana Week-End"** is a nostalgic list of Havana bars and restaurants, likely appealing to wealthy American readers familiar with pre-Prohibition Cuban nightlife. The illustration shows a woman in a living room; the caption "What's Alice sore about? / Her riding lesson" suggests domestic humor about a woman's activities.
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LIFE Their Bugler (The memorial many ex-service men advocate for Belleau Wood is a bugler, stationed there permanently.) OT massive marble, stately shaft, nor statue 1 sanctified Shall rise against the sky-line where our victors fought and died When Belleau Wood was riven by the thunder-bolts of war, And the Vandals, vanquished, realized what mad marines are for. But ever there at even-tide, Where sleep our heroes side by side, They'll hear —and they will smile, perhaps— The Bugler. Hark! He’s sounding taps! Not monument that’s made by hand, but only this they crave, Some token of the love we bear, we living, for the brave, Who woke to see a summer sun but fell before it set; Their sleep will be more restful if they know we don’t forget. So always there, when shadows fall, And twilight calm is over all, Their souls will whisper in the dark: “Tis taps!) Our Bugler’s with us! Hark!’ ‘ E. S. Van Zile. The Art of Selling Secretary: Mr. Terry said to tell you he is too busy to talk to you to-day. Lire INsuRANCE AGENT: Tell him he won't have to say a word. “Wry do you want to work in this powder mill?” “The doctor told me I had to quit smoking.” “What's Alice sore about?” “Her riding lesson.” Fixing Done Quietly Persons or nations having trouble with their neigh- bors over money matters would do well to send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to Thos. W. Lamont, Fixer, explaining their problems. This young man, having risen from being a Harvard graduate to a po- sition in the Financial world where a $50 raise in salary means practically nothing to him, has qualified as a certified public financier by living in Englewood, New Jersey, and can furnish other references to in- terested Chancellors of the Exchequer. Charges: lunch-money and carfare. Recollections of a Havana Week-End HE Bacardi punch at the Dos Hermanos ... the double Bronxes at the Sevilla... . the rum sours at the Restaurant de Cuba ... the “infuriators” at the Telégrafo . . . the Romanée Conti at the Café de Paris... the Amontillado at the little bar on the Malécon . . . the Chateau Latour at the Aguila d’Oro ... the “sting- ~ ers” at the Inglaterra . . . the cherry brandy at the Café de Nueva York . . . the pifia coladas \ with Benedictine at the Yacht Club . . the mazagrans con cogfiac at the Casino... the Daiqueris at the Restaurant Frangais .. . the Vino de Pasto just off the Plaza + the Burgundy in O’Brien Street . . . the sherry-flips mixed by a policeman in the Prado. comicbooks.com