Life, 1928-07-26 · page 30 of 36
Life — July 26, 1928 — page 30: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page combines a satirical cartoon with advocacy journalism for charity camps. **The Cartoon** (top right): Shows jungle photographers using elaborate equipment and techniques to photograph wild animals. The joke is that photographers achieve "closeups" by essentially staging or tricking the animals—a commentary on how difficult and contrived wildlife photography actually was in this era. **Main Content**: The bulk of the page promotes Life's Camps for Needy Children through a touching narrative about a poverty-stricken girl in New London, Connecticut. She lives in a tenement basement with her janitress mother, cares for four younger siblings, has never visited the real countryside, and can only pretend by listening to sprinkler sounds. The article aims to move readers to donate so poor urban children can experience a country holiday. **Advertisement**: The Griswold hotel ad (lower left) ironically bookends the charity appeal—promoting leisure travel for the wealthy while the editorial pleads for basic nature experiences for impoverished children. This juxtaposition likely highlights class disparity and appeals to readers' conscience. The page exemplifies Life magazine's role as both satirical publication and social advocate.
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NEW LONDON (THE GRISWOLD) The secret of the success of jungle photographers in getting closeups. —Adpe, Lire’s Camps for Needy Children (Continued from page 14) go for a few moments into the blessed ) | shade of the trees. Quick Transportation to an Ideal Playground ‘THROUGH the gate...a short, pleasant ride through interesting country... at the second stop the Griswold attendant meets you and takes your luggage...a few feet to the roomy, comfortable hotel launch... fifteen-minute sail over the flashing waters of the Thames «..then...The Griswold and Golf... Tennis... Bathing... Yachting... Fishing... Motoring... Riding...Concerts...Dancing...and the cour- tesy of the Shenecossett Country Club. Ideal climate...fine motor roads...and the people you want to meet. American plan. Under the personal direction of Epwarp H. Cranpatt, President Mayfair House, New York City Reservations may be made at Mayfair House, Park Avenue at 65tb Street, or with Mr. Kenneth Eldredge, Manager of the Griswold. ERISWOLD On the Thames EASTERN POINT * NEW LONDON, CONN. We conversed through the iron rails. She was, we learned, going on thirteen. Yes, she knew there were lots of free ete but this was nearer and she never ad time to go to the others. There were four younger children in her family. She had to take care of them when there was no school. She came here every day for just a few minutes and “looked.” She made believe she was in the country. No, she’d never been there—to the real country. They couldn't spare her at home. Home was two rooms in the dark basement of a tenement. Her mother was the janitress. She didn’t know where her father was. He hadn’t been home for months and months. No, thank you, she wouldn't come into the Park. It is easier to pretend when you stay outside. If you got inside and then had to get out again, why, that would be awtull What she liked best was the sound of the sprinkler. It made you cool to hear it. Well, maybe it didn’t really make you cool, but it let you pretend you were under a tree and a rainstorm was teem- ing down, and there you sat and didn’t get a bit wet. Could it be like that in the country? She knew some little girls in her neighborhood who had actually been taken to the country by kind people and they had told her wonderful tales about it. But she had run away. She didn’t want to hear. What was the use of hearing and hav- ing those funny feelings in your heart when there was no chance of ever The little face turned away. There was something cruelly sensitive about her. Hungry of heart, ill-nourished and undersized, afraid to think the happy thoughts of childhood because she knew they would be trodden underfoot by her ruthless circumstances. We wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to her. She grasped it in her grimy, hot little fist and fled, un believing. We gave her something that, perhaps, will let her behold her longed-for county, sit under towering trees, grow strong and rosy. Perhaps! Which means that if you read this and will help us, she may with many other little piel go for a magic holiday to Lin's Camp for Needy Children at Branchville, Connecticut. (The Girls’ Camp.) Our other Camp is for Boys and is at Pottersville, New Jersey. Surely, you know about these marvelous Camps! Forty-one ee old. Our dearest tre sures. Two havens for poor youngsters from the city streets. Supported by Lin's Sea, Train, Auto or Air in health and comfort. Moth- ersill’s promptly ends the faintness and nausea of Travel Sickness. 34 73¢. & $1.50 at Drug Stores or The Mothersill Remedy Co. Ltd. New York Paris comicbooks.com