Life, 1929-08-09 · page 38 of 44
Life — August 9, 1929 — page 38: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page combines **travel advertising** with **book reviews**. The left side advertises the French Line steamship service to France, marketing it as "The Sportsman's Paradise" for hunting. It emphasizes excellent game hunting (boar, deer, roebuck) available in French forests with minimal restrictions—appealing to wealthy American sportsmen. The cartoon below shows two men discussing an automobile, with one advising to add oil before a journey, likely a humorous aside about car maintenance before the transatlantic voyage. The right side features literary excerpts from contemporary books (P.G. Wodehouse, Hulbert Footner, and others), promoting popular fiction of the era through brief, witty passages showcasing each author's style. The page reflects 1920s leisure culture: affluent Americans could afford European hunting trips via luxury ocean liners, while also enjoying modern middlebrow literature. It's essentially aspirational lifestyle content marketed to Life's educated, wealthy readership.
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France The Sportsman’s Paradise Svc game in the region around and south of Paris... better shooting than in America, because preservation hus been understood for a thousand years, *¥ Roebuck, wild boar, deer, in the forests of the Ardeunes, the Argonne, the Jura, Savoie and Alsace...English fox-hunting seems tame after that. ¥ The season opens from August 20th to September 10th, according to location. *¥ Nominal license fee, no legal limits or restrictions for non-residents.~%Every aus tumn sailing across "the longest gangplank in the world” to the France”, Aug. 16 “Ile de France”, Aug. 20 “Paris”, Aug. 28 becomes a Sportsman's Special... Paris itself for gay- ety and cuisine all the way across... calling at Plym- outh, England, the FIFTH day...a few hours later the covered pier at le Havre... a three-hour boat-train... straight to the heart of the city Napoleon loved so well. ewrench Line e Information from any authorised French Line Agent or ecrite direct to 19 State Street, New York City Brorro: Better put in a couple o’ quarts of oil, tool From the New Books When some outstanding disaster happens to the ordinary man, it finds him prepared. Years of missing the cight-forty-five, taking the dog for a run on rainy nights, endeavoring to abate smoky chimneys, and coming down to breakfast and discovering tha they have burned the bacon again, have given his soul a protective hard- ness, so that by the time his wife's re. lations arrive for a long visit he is ready for them. —From Fish Preferred, by P. G. Wodehouse. Only those who have been made or marred by it can fully realize the power that publicity wields in mod ern life. Individuals nearly always affect to despise what they read in the newspapers, but men in the mass are fatally swayed by it. The newspapers rule us. They would be as yood as any other rulers if they had a corre sponding sense of their responsibility. but this, with wvo or three shining exceptions, they sadly lack. With the run of the popular press the guiding principle is merely to climb on the band wagon. —From the Doctor Who Held Hands, by Hulbert Footner. His words, “Go and sin no more,” will cause me to love Him as long as | may know life. If I did not know the story of His birth, His death, His appearance after death, and knew only those words, “Go and sin no more,” T would love Him and look upon Him as the greatest man in the history of the world. —Philosophy of the Dusk, by Kain O’Dare. Lady Eleanor Wise was a great aunt and a great gossip, on her mother's side... she knew everybody, went everywhere and said everything . - - and directly you had a skeleton in your family cupboard, she labelled you in delibly. You became “poor So-and So” to her for ever after . . . she was like a parrot . . . her hat, boat-shaped. increased the likeness .. . her plum- age rustled as she walked. —Visitors to Hugo, by Alice Grant Rosman. comicbooks.com