Life, 1925-10-08 · page 7 of 46
Life — October 8, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces: **"Lost to Sight"** (top left): A story about a man watching a woman disappear over a hill. The narrative explores his regret and uncertainty about her fate, with romantic undertones suggesting he may have misjudged or lost an opportunity with her. **"Hikers' Chant"** (top right): A poem celebrating outdoor hiking and automobile travel, reflecting early-20th-century enthusiasm for recreational motor cars and escape from urban life. **"Undesirable Effect"** (middle): A brief comic dialogue where a clothing salesman recommends fashionable trousers, but a modern youth rejects them as unstylish—satirizing generational fashion disagreements. **"Sidelights on History"** (bottom): A humorous cartoon showing a sailor and Columbus discussing gas supplies during ocean exploration, anachronistically applying modern fuel concerns to historical discovery.
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“MY BOY, YOU HAVE AN EIGHT-POUND BABY BROTHER.” “nor poc! 1 JUST GOT PITTSBURGH.” Lost to Sight TANDING there, steady as a rock on wide-planted feet, stooping a little in his intensity, he gazed a moment at the dainty thing which was now his. A brief half hour before she had come to him in all her virgin loveliness, the perfect symmetry of her form enveloped in a close-fitting coat of dazzling white... . Suddenly with a scream she rushed away blindly over the edge of the grassy mound on which they had been standing. With a gesture of horror his hand went to his head; realization struck him like a thunderbolt: she was gone—perhaps forever. Was this the path he had planned for her? No—a_ thousand times no. Could she avoid the pits which he knew beset her path, their hungry mouths ever yawning wide for those who forsook the narrow way? Perhaps he would find her again some day, her former loveliness de- faced by some boor who had stumbled by accident across her hiding place. He looked around at his companions. No sympathy here: derision—apathy— disgust were the only emotions dis- closed. That he might never again gaze on her dimpled perfection was nothing to them. With a muffled groan he picked up his clubs and staggered after his sliced drive. J.T. Sailor: paAmMIT! T the end of the rainbow is a Florida real-estate salesman. Columbus: Hikers’ Chant W: = love the sweep of long white roads, This urban living palls us; Farewell, conventional abodes— The open country calls us! Each gust of air, Each wayside tree, Fills us with rare And boundless glee ; Both day and night We journey far— Unless we sight A motor car. The sky is one Vast stretch of blue; The kindly sun Beams in full view. We are carth-lords: We persevere Until a Ford's Chug-chug sounds near. Then ho! for the paths that call us forth, The vigorous winds that shift us From west to east, from south to north, And ho! for the cars that lift us. Simonetta. Undesirable Effect LOTHING SALESMAN: There you are, sir. trousers look good on you. Movern Youtn: Then I don't want them, I want some- thing that’s stylish. Those SIDELIGHTS ON HISTORY BOSS, WE HAVE ONLY FIVE GALLONS OF GAS LEFT. THAT'LL DELAY MY DISCOVERY OF AMERICA TILL THE TWELFTH OF OCTOBER. comicbooks.com