Life, 1925-05-28 · page 13 of 36
Life — May 28, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This is a serialized adventure story illustrated with comic strips, not political satire. The narrative follows Tom Rover and his brothers as they pursue criminals across an island. The illustrations depict Tom and companions encountering cannibals and native peoples, whom they chase after discovering their location. The content reflects early-20th-century adventure fiction conventions: European/American protagonists pursuing "exotic" antagonists in colonial settings, with indigenous peoples depicted as threats to be overcome. The story's tone treats these encounters as exciting sport ("game here") rather than examining the colonial power dynamics at work. The page continues a serial narrative, indicating this was episodic entertainment for Life's readers rather than standalone political commentary.
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- LIFE - The Rover and Over Boys By Corey Ford Volume II]: How Tom Pranked a Lot of Cannibals ARK!” said Tom. anything?” said Sam. “Do yo said Tom. “Do you, Dic! replied Dick seriously. Then there isn’t anything,” satd Tom with a sigh of relief, “and here ve are starting another Rover Boys’ Book in the accustomed manner. As our readers well know, Dan Baxter had left the Rover Boys in the lurch just at the conclusion of the previous vol- ume, It was while exploring this lurch to find some way to continue the series Tom cried, ‘Do you hear any and both Dick and Sam replied. “as related in the present volume of this series, entitled, ‘The Rover Boys’ In this volume,” he concluded, we shall learn how the Rover Boys found the secret of the Hidden Treas- “Do you hear ‘t that Series.” “Where are we going to find the secret?” “In the last’ chapter,” replied Dick mused Sam. seriously. “What chapter is it Sam; and Dick struck a match, asked now ? Crarter Two douse which were rolling together in the sand; and his brothers seized their guns and followed the game with interest. “Tom! Tom!" “Hark!” cried Tom Rover, halting Dick and n went on 3 , alling me. “Tom! Tom! came a from across the island: and without further the fun-loving Rover left his plunged bushes, as ome one ado. brothers and into the running rapidly in the direction of the sound. What was his surprise to stumble abruptly into a group of naked cannibals seated about a fire. “Tom! Tom!" went the native drum; and then poor Tom saw his natural mistake, as the savages surrounded him and executed a Zulu war-dance. THE with oA too late TWO END-MEN kousiD SONG FOR AN ENCORE, “Hurrah for Tom Rover!" shouted the hungry cannibals, flourishing their the air and cheering 1 when they had executed their war-dance they fell upon it and de- voured it ravenously. Amid much laughter and applause the Ne- grocs slowly formed a huge semi-circle tomahawks in lustily ; about Tom, who was seated in the center beside the Zulu king, Zuloaga. Then a Negro at one end of the semi-circle laid down his tambourine, stepped forward and bowed. “Rastus,” he “who dat RESPONDED NG “MAMatY” said, was lady I seen you wid las’ night “Dat was no ladle, Sambo,” replied the man at the other end, “dat was mah knife.” And then while Tom and the Negroes applauded violently, the two end-men did a soft-shoe dance, d responded with a rousing “Mammy” song for an encore. “Well, Mistah Inter- “CRIPES, is that all?” xclaimed Sam in “Well, Iet’s go hunting, and kill some time.” And so saying he aimed his gun at a high branch and knocked off a couple of hours. “There scems plenty of game said Dick, noted several who were shadow-boxing in a nearby thicket. “What 1 we shoot?” “Let's shoot some dic suggested Tom, poin to a male and female disgust. he angaroos AS THE NATIVES DIPPED THEIR PADDLES INTO THE WATER, THE ISLAND STARTED 1N HOT PURSUIT. lockutah,” said the Cannibal King to lis am a great day fo" de race, sho’ “nuff!” “So this is a great day for the race, eh peated Tom with a smile. “Well, Mr. Johnson, maybe you'll tell us now what r day foi is this a great de No'dic race!" replied “Mr. Johnson,” baring his white teeth in a grin and bowing to several friends in the audience, while the house (Continued on page 30) comicbooks.com