Life, 1923-10-04 · page 7 of 44
Life — October 4, 1923 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page combines a poem by Walter Prichard Eaton with a single cartoon. The poem humorously chronicles a car journey through New England, cataloging roadside Americana: Mount Washington, "Boiled Hot Dogs," roadside inns, and a garage advertisement. The cartoon below depicts two men on a golf course near a distance marker reading "130 Yds." One seated man holds a golf club and smokes; the standing man gestures while appearing to speak. The caption reads: "DIS IS A MASHIE SHOT, MISTER. WHAT CLUB D'YE WANT?" The humor derives from the standing figure's apparent working-class accent ("D'ye") and demeanor—he appears to be a caddy offering golf advice in dialect, likely satirizing class differences and golf culture among early 20th-century Americans.
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1 & Seeing the White Mountains 'HE road rose up, the road rolled on, The road swept toward a village green, We soon would see Mount Washington, With church and homes of ancient mien; And clean, swift brooks that sweetly flow; We leaned to catch the pretty view— But what we saw was “Hexico.” “The Chamber of Commerce Welcomes You.” The road dipped down, the road curved ‘round, The road was climbing sharply now, We looked for green ferns on the ground, The hill wore balsams on its brow, And bunchberries by mossy logs; The sight of them had brought a smile, But what we saw was “Boiled Hot Dogs.” When—“Smith’s Garage in half a mile.” The road rose up, the road rolled on, In front, we knew, loomed Washington, Grim apex of our granite soil, Which bid us—“Use Pocony oil.” Walter Prichard Eaton. The road plunged down beside a lake; We looked for ripples in the wake Of drifting boats, and in the west— We read that “A 1 cords are best.” “DIS IS A MASHIE SHOT, MISTER, WHAT CLUB D’YE WANT?” comicbooks.com