Life, 1923-10-04 · page 11 of 44
Life — October 4, 1923 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a poem by George S. Chappell praising Senator Lee Slater Overman of North Carolina. The accompanying sketch depicts a tall, imposing figure (Overman) towering over smaller men, illustrating the poem's theme of his commanding presence and political stature. The Latin phrase "otium cum dignitate" ("leisure with dignity") characterizes Overman as embodying aristocratic virtue. The poem suggests he commands respect through bearing rather than aggression—he "doesn't" need to use force to dominate. The cartoon's visual hierarchy emphasizes Overman's superiority and influence within Democratic Party politics. This appears to be straightforward political praise rather than satire, celebrating the senator as an exemplary statesman of his era.
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Autumn in Town ADORE autumn in town. There is something about it that thrills. ls like a perfectly mixed cocktail. It sets you right on your toes. Every one is just getting back from somewhere. Or just going away. There’s bustle and dash. [here’s snap and “go.” very one’s “on the jump.” The shop windows look so spic and span. \nd there’s something happening every minute. New plays are opening. \nd new restaurants, too. \ new song is all the rage. And you see new faces everywhere. \Ve blow ourselves to a new hat. And all sorts of new things. The season’s on. There's life ahead. \Vonder what the winter holds in store? { adore autumn in town. There’s something about it that thrills. “WHAT IS THAT, FATHER?” “THAT IS ONE OF OUR ANCESTORS, FREDDIE.” “GEE! I WISH I COULD SHOW IT TO JIMMIE PEABODY THAT'S ALWAYS BLOWIN’ ABOUT HIS THAT CAME OVER ON THE MAYFLOWER.” Walere Man and Overman (Senator Lee Slater Overman of North Carolina) EHOLD the suave, spheroidal plan And silhouette of Overman, Capacious Carolinian And democrat, he, Who sits apart and calmly slum- Bers through the roll of party druia, The perfect type of ofium Cum dignitate. ’Tis said that in this mighty frame Abides an eloquence to shame Demosthenes—was that the nam Perhaps it wasn’t— But Overman, so I am told, Should he arise, could knock ‘em cold; The point on which he has me sold Is that he doesn't. George S. Chappell. Our Vanishing Wild Life “IT WOULD hate to be a wild animal in the north woods,” said the Old Timer who had returned from his annual fishing trip. “It used to be when there was a proper place to be wild. I’ve just come back from what I sup- posed was one of the few wild places left, and I give you my word, unless they put traffic cops every place the trails intersect I ain't goin’ to risk my neck up there again. Why, the only wild things I saw all the time I was gone was some gooseberries and a feller who'd dropped his pipe stem in the river.” TEP. S: HE Chorus Lady had refused to return to the Gilded Youth the letters he had written to her. “It is not,” she said in explanation, “their sentimental associations, but their intrinsic value.” comicbooks.com