Life, 1920-06-17 · page 12 of 45
Life — June 17, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: 1. **"A Pharmaceutical Fantasy"** (top): A humorous poem about falling in love as a medical cure, where the speaker claims love relieves his cold and dyspepsia. The joke satirizes pseudoscientific medical claims common to the era. 2. **"His Masterpiece"** (large illustration): Shows a painter viewing his bedroom interior. The satire appears to mock overly artistic domestic decoration—suggesting pretentious aesthetics prioritized over practical comfort. 3. **"People Who Skiagraph Their Minds for Us"** (right column): Lists types of annoying people—the overly-consulted committee chair, the woman who fusses constantly, the movie youth who rejects educational films, etc. This is social satire mocking self-important or bothersome personality types in early 20th-century American society. The Prohibition-era dialogue at bottom makes light of alcohol restrictions.
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A Pharmaceutical Fantasy Falling in love is a good cure for ill-health.—News note HEN I knelt to Sophia and proferred my heart, She said, “ This is sudden,” and meant it; “No sign of affection I’ve seen on your part, And now I'm inclined to resent it How long have you felt such regard for me, pray?” I, clasping her hand, murmured, “ Only to-day “Such haste is suspicious in wooing,” she said; “T fear I can scarcely believe it.” “The fact is,” said I, “I've a cold in the head, And falling in love will relieve it! I've also dyspepsia something terrific! For that, I'm informed, love's a certain specific!” She smiled. “1 am feeling much better.” I cried. “There's something, it seems, in the theory. Oh! be my physician, prescription and bride, My sweet pharmaceutical dearie!” And she—well, she rendered that coveted boon, While I took her, my tonic, at once with a spoon! La Touche Haneo Composite T isn’t really so difficult to find the ideal candidate for Presi- dent of these United States. He need but combine the integrity of Washington with the “practicality” of T. Roose- velt; the wisdom of Lincoln with the. democracy of Jackson; have a slight touch of the “movie tor, a liking for news- paper publicity, and the nine lives of the cat, and there you are! “HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO GO WALKING WITH You DAY LIKE THs, TOM?" “BECAUSE I THINK YOU'RE A PERFECT DUCK OF A Gtk People Who Skiagraph Their Minds for Us HE western business man who says he doesn't Woolworth Building because it makes him fecl smal! The woman who continually fusses around, straightening uy things as fast as other people disarrange them, The committee chairman who is always I ought to have been consulted when approached by friendly dogs or babies. The youth at the movies who audibly expresses his dislike of educational films. The girl who turns to the unhappy- marriage serial as soon as she gets the paper. The man whose sole notion of « taining a woman involves a meal at a fashionable restaurant, with expensive theatre tickets to follow. The man who paints the front of ! house in violent contrast with the rest the solid block, The super-stout lady in the trolley who hurls herself into a four-inch strip of seat between two passengers. TRANGER: Have you really Prohibition ? HIS MASTERPIECE American: We certainly have. WW! you can't even get a drink in Maine comicbooks.com