Life, 1926-09-16 · page 14 of 40
Life — September 16, 1926 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This political cartoon satirizes the meatpacking industry, showing a convention where industry figures discuss ethics while surrounded by abundant meat. The caption's dialogue—"What's the Professor blabbers about now?" and "He's talkin' about the ethics of the industry"—mocks the irony of discussing moral standards in an industry built on slaughtering animals. The final quip, "Yeah? Say, what part of the hog is an ethic?" suggests ethics are irrelevant to meatpackers focused on profit. The cartoon critiques corporate hypocrisy: the industry claims respectability while engaging in practices many considered brutal or unethical. This reflects Progressive Era concerns about unsafe labor conditions and animal treatment in meatpacking plants, famously exposed by Upton Sinclair's *The Jungle* (1906).
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August Awake betimes, reading in 25th the publick pr and re- flecting that if a good fairy were to come along and give me three wishes, I should elect, for one thing, to know who committed the Hall-Mills murder. Then up and did on travelling togs, and off by motor for Saratoga to lunch with F. and go to the races, and w were still driving along the 1. sighted a girl in knickerbockers vision which affects him much as a At the Packers’ Convention “WiAT’s THE PROFESSOR BLARBIN’ ABOUT Now?” N’ AnOUT THE ETHICS OF TIE INDUSTRY.” SAY, WHAT PART OF THE HOG IS AD red rag is said to affect a bull. yager she has on silk stoc slippers, too! he bawled in and her approach proved him right in his suspicions, so I kept a discreet silence, so fearsome was I that he would pause and harangue her. On through the pleasant country, and through Amsterdam, where Mr. San- ford makes his carpets in factories across from his great house, and I could not but think what splendid material that family would be for a THE LOOSEGELT EXPEDITION EMERGES FROM THE JUNGLE WITH A RARE SPECIMEN OF FLEA, eTHIC?” novelist like Louis Bromfield, the proofs of whose new book, “Early Autumn,” I am now reading, and so to our destination in good time, mak- ing a fine meal on broilers and bacon, string beans, summer squash and peaches, after which to the track, where I did wager on every race save one, and finished seven dollars and fifty cents to the good, which I do deem a fair profit for one who searce knows the difference between a wither and a fetlock. And had Sam wagered on the second race, as I told him to do, I should have come off even better, forasmuch as Midi- nette, the horse I favored, won, but Sam returned from the paddock with the news that they were such a miserable bunch of entrics that he would lay nought on any of them, unmindful that one of the number, however deplorable, must __ finish ahead of the others. After tea back to Cooperstown, stopping for dinner at a place called Big Nose Inn, the hill roads over which Sam chose to take me being beautiful, but so abandoned that I did fear hold-ups by bandits, albeit my husband did as- sure me that the most dire animate object we were likely to encounter would be a polecat. I must set down (Continued on page 35) comicbooks.com