Life, 1920-10-28 · page 16 of 46
Life — October 28, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine contains several humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century social life: **"The Intercessor"** (left image): Shows a domestic scene where someone appears to be mediating a conflict between two people. **"On Seeing an Old Flame in After Years"** (top right): A poem poking fun at encountering an ex-romantic interest, with the speaker's nostalgia deflated by reality—they awkwardly try to cover their embarrassment. **"You Never Can Tell"** (middle): A brief anecdote about Experience meeting a heartbroken maiden, offering cynical advice about saving "the pieces" of a broken heart. **"If Those Who Brag About It Were Really Self-Made Men"** (bottom right): The cartoon satirizes self-made men by showing what appears to be people actually *making* someone, suggesting wealthy people falsely claim self-creation rather than acknowledging inherited advantages or help received.
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Proud Owner of New Hat SALESLADY THOUGHT FLOWERS WAS BECOMIN’ TO ME, BUT 1 ALWAYS FANCIED FEATHERS—SO WE COMPROMISED ON FRUIT! On Seeing an Old Flame in After Years (With Apologies to Leigh Hunt) JENSY used to be my pet— Cosy was the swing we'd kiss in! Time, old top, who love to get Jokes into sour list, pur this inv: Say I'm thankful! Say I'm glad! (Was it really she that kissed me?) Say I'm married now, and add— ie ENreRCeseoR Jenny missed me! I Couldn't Remember HE real red-letter day will come when all the Reds in the country are T was during’ the conversational twitterings at rounded up and deported. the Monday Literary Club, The paper of the evening had:been read and discussed. It was ten o'clock; the cocoa and saltines were passing in review. I thought of how I had rushed from, my home to catch the seven-fifty-one car. Had I switched off the lights? Had I closed the front door? I couldn’t remember ! The other members of the family had gone to the theatre. Burglars would be undisturbed! What might— “You're thinking of something amusing,” a woman's voice beside me said. “I want to hear about it.” You Never Can Tell XPERIENCE met a Guileless Maiden in tears. “Why the weeps?” railed Experience. “Alas! my heart is broken,” sobbed the Guile- less Maide “Well, be sure you save the pieces,” advised Experience. IF THOSE WHO BRAG ABOUT IT WERE REALLY SELF-MADE MEN comicbooks.cQini