Life, 1919-06-05 · page 12 of 46
Life — June 5, 1919 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical cartoons about everyday absurdities: 1. **"How to Dry Clothes on a Cloudy Monday"** (top left): Shows someone using an airplane to dry laundry—mocking the impracticality of doing laundry during bad weather. 2. **"For: Were You Looking for Something, Sir?"** (top right): Depicts someone tumbling from a fence while others watch, a visual gag about embarrassing mishaps. 3. **"Wistful Watching"** (bottom): Accompanied by text about train passengers watching baggage cars with fascination, suggesting curiosity about mysterious cargo. The illustration shows men in coats examining what appears to be smuggled liquor—likely referencing Prohibition-era bootlegging, when transporting alcohol illegally through dry territories was common. The page satirizes mundane human behaviors and contemporary social issues through humor.
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HOW TO DRY CLOTHES ON A CLOUDY MONDAY Fox: WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, SIR? Wistful Watching HE one who hands out the dreams is impartial. You wake up just as you are gixc it has been decided that in- ceiving money, but you also wake just as you are falling over a preci toxicants may be legally trans- ported through dry territory on their way to unregenerate wet, the regular expedition to the depot to see the train arrive and depart has taken on new in- terest in rural districts of parched ter- ritory. Those who meet the train, however, take less interest in passen- gers than of yore. The baggage car has a strange fascination for them, eager faces and watchful eyes strain- ing for a glimpse of its interior, A crate intrigues ; a case allures; a demi- john captivates; a barrel (the right kind) enraptures. And when the train resumes its jour- ney, with what wistful, rapt expres- sion each watches it till it becomes a faint speck in the distance and finally disappears—envying, maybe, the favored mortals whose names were writ upon the precious freight; hope- ful, perhaps, of a fate like that of Imperial Caesar, of becoming dust that shall stop a bung-hole with a kick be- AS IT SEEMS TO THE MAN WHO BRINGS A COUPLE OF QUARTS INTO A DRY hind it. TERRITORY