Life, 1921-10-13 · page 11 of 34
Life — October 13, 1921 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page features social satire about wealth and fashion. The cartoon depicts well-dressed figures at what appears to be a seaside resort, with one character remarking that another man "thinks nothing of wearing the same tie for three days running!" followed by "Good God! What a monotonous life." The satire targets wealthy elites' obsession with conspicuous consumption and constant wardrobe changes—wearing the same tie for three days is presented as shockingly austere behavior for the wealthy class. The illustration mocks the extreme frivolity of the wealthy during this period. The accompanying text announces interviews with notable figures, including "Madame X" (a wealthy socialite) and a political candidate named Charles T. Guppy, presenting humorous social commentary about high society and political figures.
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October 13 Y “That chap thinks nothing of wearing the same tie for three days running!” “Good Ged! What a monotonous life.” What Would You Do If G. Howie Bluffs, Star Reporter of the New York “Bunk,’ Came in to Talk Things Over? Here Are a Few Handy Interviews for All Occasions \DAME X had just returned from her afternoon promenade as we were shown into her luxurious Louis 16th suite at the Biltritz, and was removing, one by one, her six beau- tiful fur coats. (Insert pictures of Matiame’s suite and coats.) As she re- moved the last—an exquisite manteau of ermine, valued by her manager at 8,000,000 francs—Madame’s interpreter gave us a brief history of the famous gariuent. Madame is singularly sensi- tive to harmony, and insisted that her coat contained only skins of ermines who were all members of one family— a gigantic task, when one considers the family life of the ermine and the size of Russia. Special Russian agents were procured and voila! (Note: the young reporter must not underestimate the value of “voila” in this type of in- terview. ) “Where have you sung, Madame?” Instantly the charming features were all animation! “Seeng— ev’ryw’ere,” she cried. ‘“London—Paree—Brazeele —ev'ryw’ere! Ooh, la la!” “And what do you think of our American public?” “Ooh, la la! How I love zat dear publique! Zey are so—w’at shall I say —sympathique! Crude—yes! Bar- bares—oui! But so much monee— ooh, la la!” It was indeed a spontaneous tribute from the biggest “Lucia” of her day! An Interview with a Political Candidate. Charles T. Guppy, the man on whom all eyes are fixed, was found by the reporter alone on his beautiful farm at Osganoochicook, on the Goopher River. Alone, that is, except for twenty-two moving-picture operators, eighty-three special writers, and sev- eral hundred spectators. “Come in, my boy,” he said cordially. “I am just getting in the hay. I own five hundred acres, but I make it a point—no matter how busy I am—to get all the hay in myself.” (Picture of Mr. Guppy hay- ing.) “Mr. Guppy,” I said, “have you no message for the youth of this land?” “Come up on the back porch with me,” cried Mr. Guppy, “and we will ask Ma Guppy for a glass of lemonade and a doughnut.” So up we went and when we were comicbooks.com