Life, 1925-11-19 · page 7 of 40
Life — November 19, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine contains two distinct sections: **"What the Doctor Ordered"** lists humorous "prescriptions" for various ailments using classical/mythological references—Columbus for scenery changes, Napoleon for complete makeovers, etc. This is light satire on popular remedies and cures of the era. **"Announcement"** is a poem by Roger Burlingame addressing someone's refusal to attend a football game, expressing romantic devotion while accepting this boundary. It's sentimental verse about love and compromise. **The cartoons** show exuberant spectators at a football match, with the caption "Amid the cheers of the spectators the eleven took the field." The bottom illustration depicts fans enthusiastically celebrating—typical early 20th-century sports enthusiasm satire. The page overall humorously addresses social customs, romance, and popular leisure activities of the period.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
THE MAN WHO ALWAYS POCKETS FOUL BALLS DURING THE SUMMER TRIES THE SAME STUNT AT A FOOTBALL GAME. What the Doctor Ordered OLUMBUS—An ocean voyage. Napolcon—Complete change of scenery. Ex-Kaiser Wilhelm—Rest and seclusion. James Boys—Hlorseback riding. Lady Godiva—Sun baths. Hercules—Plenty of healthiul exercise. Midas—A gold filling. Cinderclla—Early retiring. Dante—Warmer climate. Volstead—Dry atmosphere. Gunmen—Electric. massage. Short Story MY friend had injured me, and I itched for revenge. Two months later my friend was found in his office, a shrieking madman thrashing about in an enormous waste- hasket....1 had simply put his name on every mailing list in the country. T Announcement LOVE you, dear, pray do not doubt my word; My love is like a fair, bright-burning flame; Or like the wide, free winging of a bird (Or any other thing you care to name). And yet, my sweet, although it seems absurd, I will not take you to the football game. I will not, no, my darling, I will not; And if, in after years, I burn with shame, Sorrow, remorse, regret, despair or what You will, and still adore you just the same, My pain will live when you have long forgot I would not take you to the football game. Ask me not why (that strange, eternal why That hovers on the lips of women), blame My mood, my ego, my perversity... There are a hundred reasons I might name, And some are very subtle, dear, why I Could never take you to the football game. You understand I do not dread the task Of taking you; and I should not exclaim With horror at the questions you might ask About the play, nor should I blush with shame, Hearing your comments on my pocket flask— And yet—no, I'll not take you to the game. It is a very subtle thing, like art Or love; impossible in words to frame; But love and football, dear, are things apart And, somchow, love could never be the same After the game was done. And so, my heart, I will not take you to the football game. Roger Burlingame. CHEERS OF THE SPECTATORS THE ELEVEN TOOK THE FIELD.” comicbooks.com