Life, 1924-06-19 · page 38 of 40
Life — June 19, 1924 — page 38: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a tire advertisement alongside two distinct pieces of satirical content. **The Advertisement**: General Tire promotes their "low air pressure" tire technology, claiming superior mileage and comfort. **"To Those Afraid"** (poem by Baron Ireland): A satirical commentary on moral panic. The speaker mocks his former self for being alarmed by "immoral plays" and "sexy books" that supposedly corrupt society. The poem's irony is clear: he worried these entertainments would seduce him toward vice, but upon actually experiencing them, found them harmless. The satire targets early 20th-century censorship advocates and moral crusaders who condemned entertainment without direct experience. **"Life's Daily Doesn't"**: A humorous list of everyday frustrations—alarms that don't work, checks that don't arrive, etc. This appears to be commentary on modern inconveniences and unreliable services, poking fun at urban life's disappointments. Both pieces reflect 1920s concerns: cultural anxieties about mass entertainment and the comedic frustrations of modern living.
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HOSE who have enjoyed the added comforts of low air pressure the longest are those who have been using the General Cord the longest. That’s because General originated the idea and perfected the tire that gives ex- ceptionally long mileage on sur- prisingly low air pressure. BUILT IN AKRON, OHIO, BY THE GENERAL TIRE AND RUBBER COMPANY To Those Afraid I usep to read with eyes ablaze And inward throbs of agitation How rapidly immoral plays Were undermining this great nation. How subtly must these wicked shows,” I thought, “persuade the mind toward Sheol! And how attractively expose Vice, that they make false joys seem real!” And then, thou taught to flee gh I'd been I went to see one Erstwhile I read how books that were In character unduly sexy Were teaching people how to err It almost gave me apoplexy “And yet those authors must have charm,” tic To lure us normal folks to harm By coating vice with s ed fiction !* Such were my thoughts, oppressed and dreadsome, And then I read some Jith horror I perused for years chronicles of vampires’ capers Ending in death, divorce and tears lined in the daily papers. ing must be st I thought, “fer whom a paying teller Will loot his bank, to Europe flee And later shoot himself, poor feller! How must her potent beauty draw one!” And then I saw one! youths! fr stric- O tremblers for our maids a Ere you proceed with fu tures Deduced from your carcers as sleuths Of dirt in life or books or pictures Take it from me, no normal type. Live he in flat or country villa, Who meets, by chance, that kind of tripe, d by it one scintilla n it, blue-nosed guards of virtu Well, did it hurt you? Baron Ire Lire’s Daily Doesn't Tie alarm clock that doesn’t go off. The check that doesn’t come. The street car that doesn’t stop. The fountain pen that doesn’t write. The telephone that doesn't answer The bank book that doesn’t balance. The gift cigar that doesn’t burn. The big deal that doesn’t come off The bootlegger that doesn’t deliver. The information clerk that doesn't know The weather prediction that doesn’t come true. The latch key that doesn’t unlatch, comicbooks.com