Life, 1926-05-06 · page 38 of 52
Life — May 6, 1926 — page 38: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two satirical pieces and advertisements from an American satirical magazine. **"Without Question" (Fatima Cigarettes Ad):** An elephant carries cigarette boxes, illustrating that slight price increases for Fatima cigarettes don't deter buyers—the implication being consumers will pay more for genuinely superior products. This is commercial satire. **"Too Much Intimacy" (Poem by C.D.):** A political commentary, likely about American diplomatic interventions. It suggests that if a political figure (appears to reference Theodore Roosevelt or similar interventionist leader) had stayed out of foreign affairs, World War I might not have occurred. The "Younger Generation" reference and anti-war sentiment suggest post-WWI disillusionment. **"Things Seen":** A romantic short story satirizing social class and nostalgia. A country girl and village boy share a fleeting moment; she marries a wealthy suitor, he marries a disagreeable woman. Both pine for that lost rustic innocence—mocking how modern civilization (limousines, ballrooms) cannot satisfy human longing for simpler authenticity.
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