Life, 1929-06-14 · page 14 of 44
Life — June 14, 1929 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Sacrifice!" (upper left):** A poem by R.E. Alexander offering exaggerated labor sacrifices to reach an unspecified "Goal," using classical references (Hercules, dolphin) for comedic effect. The accompanying illustration shows a man attacking a large tree with determination—likely satirizing misguided effort or absurd dedication to a vague objective. **"Why I Never Play Poker" (right):** A humorous personal essay by F.C. Otkman explaining his aversion to poker through domestic and legal consequences: gambling debts, marital conflict, police trouble, and health problems from stress and indigestion. The cartoon above depicts a baseball game, possibly illustrating an alternative leisure activity. **"Auto Salesman" (lower left):** A brief exchange where a salesman offers a car job for $300—likely satirizing questionable employment schemes.
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12 Sacrifice! Show me that Goal I must reach first; Name me that Labor you'd have me do. In all my soul I am a-thirst— I would play Hercules for You. I will go now and remove yon moun- tain; Build size. I will play dolphin in yonder foun- tain— Dearest, you may select my ties! —R, E. Alexander. this molehill to monstrous Biorto: Wouldja autograp) it for me? wy . Fe 7) ¥ __ =) Avto Saresman: Here y’ are, sir—a job like that for only $800. Why I Never Play Poker T don’t like poker and I think it is a silly game and I always lose all my money and stay up too late and smoke too many cigarettes and miss my sleep and my eyes hurt and I get angry and gambling is against the law and you never know who you are going to play with and my wife won't let me and your’s kick about the muss and it makes me drink too much and makes me nervous and it isn’t a si- entific game and I always eat too many sandwiches and get indigestion and we might get raided and I don’t play a very good game and you say Eddie and Joe and me are all you've invited and deuces are wild and you'll quit carly and you've got a quart of some thing good and the limit is ten cents and Joe knows the cop on the beat and your wife is out of town and so is mine and T ought to get even with Eddie and you can count on me, as usual. —F. C. Othman. comicbooks.com