Life, 1921-08-25 · page 13 of 34
Life — August 25, 1921 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three short satirical pieces rather than political cartoons: 1. **"Punishment"** — A domestic comedy sketch where a man reports to his aunt that a horse warned him about his behavior. The aunt questions what the horse said, setting up a joke about marital discord and apologies. 2. **"Babson Gets His"** — A narrative about a man named Babson pursuing a woman he'd previously learned to love dishonestly. The satire targets psychological theories and "intellectual harpies" who attempt to manipulate emotions, presenting this as pretentious modern philosophy deserving mockery. 3. **"Forgiven"** and **"Ice Cream Soda"** — Brief humorous vignettes about domestic reconciliation and prohibition-era soda restrictions. The content reflects early 20th-century satirical humor targeting relationship anxieties and contemporary intellectual trends.
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August Dorothy: down this morning. Aunt Clara: Punishment And what did the horse say, dear? Aunt Clara, Tommie says he heard the horse talking about you when you came “He said, ‘Aunt Clara, I'm sorry to do this: it’s going to hurt me more than it will you.”” Babson Gets His S Babson. approached the studio of the girl he had learned to love so pas- sionately, the evidences of the supreme struggle he had been going through were revealed in the lines of his pale face. But the steady gleam of resolution in . his eyes showed that fe had thoroughly conquered himself. Miss Frude received him with her usual poise “My darling,” he whispered, as he gently edged closer to her, “what I am now going to say to you will change our whole future.” She began to observe him more care- fully. “Go on,” she replied at last. “Go the limit. It is the only way,” she murmured. “First, do you still love me?” “T have expressed myself as recipro- cating, almost to exactitude, the mani- festations of the urge you have dis- played towards me.” “Well then, swectheart, I have. been over this whole matter in my mind, and have come to a great decision.’> “Don’t hold yourself back.” “I believe that all this psychological stuff we have been reading about in the papers is rot, that innocent people like ourselves, who have no time to think, have been seized by a band of so-called intellectual harpies, that all these at- tempts to dissect the emotions of men and women are fakes. In short, darling, I have got plumb back to normalcy. I’m for sitting on the sofa and loving you in the good old-fashioned way. And I you from these things. Let me hold your hand and kiss you as lovers used to do. I can feel myself beginning to stammer and blush—oh, how grand!” He made an attempt to grab her, but she was too quick for him. Following her touch of a bell, two assistant psycho- analysts suddenly sprang into the room. “Take him away to the laboratory,” she said. “Poor wretch! The heat com- plex has temporarily unsexed him!" Forgiven ISTRESS (tearfully): I’m so sorry you're leaving us, Bridget. Bripcet (unbending): Well, mum, if ye’re really sorry, I'll give yez one more trial. Ice Cream Soda ROHIBITION has compelled us all to grasp at straws. comicbooks.com