Life, 1915-11-11 · page 36 of 44
Life — November 11, 1915 — page 36: what you’re looking at
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This page is primarily **advertising with satirical humor columns**, typical of Life's format during the 1920s. The main satirical content includes: **"Our Foolish Contemporaries"** — Short jokes mocking common human behaviors: a man avoiding exercise, a husband distracted by an attractive widow, and nervousness about train accidents. **"Too Evident"** — A joke about an elderly woman and her son offering to drive her, with the implication his inexperience makes accidents obvious. **"Safety First"** — A humorous anecdote about a man whose son drives dangerously, subverting workplace safety rhetoric. The page is dominated by **period advertisements** for Chartruse liqueur, Bacardi rum, Cortes cigars, Eve Dorree novels, and other products — standard for Life magazine's revenue model. A final humor piece discusses Dr. Anna Howard Shaw on divorce, and jokes about a minister's sermon inadvertently criticizing a wealthy parishioner's hobby (horse racing). The satire reflects 1920s concerns: marital discord, new automobile dangers, and social class tensions.
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