Life, 1915-09-16 · page 23 of 48
Life — September 16, 1915 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon ("chick! chick! chick!"):** Shows large birds (apparently ostriches or similar) sheltering smaller chicks under their wings from what appears to be harsh weather. This is a straightforward nature illustration with no evident satire. **Bottom Section ("Complete/Resolved"):** A satirical dialogue between a mother and her son preparing for college. The joke mocks entitled young men of leisure: the youth obsesses over packing luxury items (golf clubs, baseball bats, medicine balls, exercising machines) and securing a thousand-dollar bank deposit, but regards actually *attending* college as almost an afterthought—casually mentioning he'll "ring up the president" to confirm his arrival. The caption "Sometimes 'tis more blessed to give than to receive" and the accompanying cartoon of two men exchanging money sardonically emphasizes the satire: the real business of college is financial and social positioning, not education. **Context:** This reflects early 20th-century anxiety about wealthy, idle youth prioritizing leisure and money over actual intellectual engagement.
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“cnick! cHick! cHick!” Complete Resolved “KN AOTHER,” said the eldest born, BY a bicycle: To keep in the straight and narrow path. i By a suit of clothes: To keep myself unspotted from the world. “did you put the family poker chips in my trunk?” “Yes, dear.” “And have you packed my medicine ball, golf clubs, baseball bats and ex- ercising machines in their cases ready to ship by express?” “Yes, dear.” “Have you instructed the garage to go over the motor car and, after filling it with oil and gas, have it in front of the house at nine o'clock?” “T have, darling.” “Have you told father to deposit a thousand to my credit at the bank?” “Yes, pet.” “Then,” said the youth, with a bright smile of approval, as he looked up from the batting averages, “there is really nothing else to do, mother dear, but ring up the president of the college and tell him I will be there at four-thirty to-morrow afternoon.” SOMETIMES “'TIS MORE BLESSED TO GIVE THAN 70 RECEIVE” comicbooks.com