Life, 1921-06-16 · page 26 of 36
Life — June 16, 1921 — page 26: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Life's humor: **"Expert Dope"** — A poem about the Dempsey-Carpentier boxing match, written in vernacular dialect. It playfully predicts the fight's outcome between Jack Dempsey and Georges Carpentier ("Car-pon-ty-ay"), with humorous uncertainty about who will win. **"Simple"** — Two brief satirical jabs: one mocking a Chicago university's directive to leave windows unwashed as creating a "dim religious atmosphere" for proper study (absurdist humor), and another joke about snobbery and clothing. **"For Old Time's Sake"** — A anecdote about a swindler in prison who sentimentally requests to keep his first stolen dollar, the point being criminal nostalgia. **"For Instance"** — Three brief conversational jokes about commuter trains, a horse that needs no bridle, and unstated punchlines. The illustrations show period scenes matching the text. The page exemplifies Life's mix of sporting commentary, social satire, and gentle humor typical of early-20th-century American magazines.
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LIF® Expert Dope HEN Dempsey fights Car-pon-ty-ay Some scrap is what it’s gonna be; Some scrap is right—some scrap, I'l! say_- An’ here’s the way it looks ta me Jack’s posolutely sure ta win Unless the Frog lands on him first, But if he don't—the dope's all in Poor Georges is gonna get reversed. But this here now Car-pon-ty-ay Has got a chancet—unless, 0° course, Jack gets that right in first—I'll s That right’s got kick, boy! like a horse: There's only one thing got me stop If Jack or Georges gits home a The same time he himself gits pop; Oh, well, thass up ta Georges an’ Jack. Baron Ireland, Simple THe dim religious atmosphere con- ducive to the proper nurture of the student mind is to be induced by the trus- tees of a Chicago university, who have issued instructions that hereafter the windows are to go unwashed. The only thing that now remains to be done is to remove all the books and put in a moving-picture outfit, and the past and future will be properly blended. M*Y a man would be a snob—if he had a suit of clothes to go with it. “say! Ep, COME OVER HERE AND HELP ME TO BELIEVE THIS FISH STORY HANK'S TELLIN’ ME, WILL YE?” For Old Time's Sake 18 the office of the prison warden at Cafion City, Colorado, a clever and notorious swindler was being divested of the contents of his pockets. As each article was removed, it wa carefully examined, listed and then placed temporarily on a‘ nearby desk. Among the articles was a badly tarnished silver dollar, barely distinguishable as money. At the conclusion of the search, the prisoner pointed to the dull-looking coin and in a suppliant tone asked the warden: “Would you mind letting me keep that with me?” “Why ?” asked the warden. “Oh, just a little sentiment, I suppose,” the prisoner ex- plained. “ You know, it’s the first dollar I ever stole.” For Instance— ? IRST COMMUTER: Do you have to take such an early train as this? . Seconn Commuter: No. But I find the earlier the train the less everybody cares to talk. x o, y ee OSTLER (proudly): Now this ‘ere 'orse, mum, is what I ° ve pd ae Ce Canin Lone calls a marvel. We never has to use a bit on ‘im. 3 Mrs. Newricu: How interesting! A bit of what? HERE ENDETH THE FIRST LESSON, comicbooks.com