Life, 1921-11-24 · page 6 of 34
Life — November 24, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate pieces about the Washington Disarmament Conference (appearing to be from the early 1920s based on context clues). The top sections feature correspondence about women's involvement and sporting aspects of the conference. The main comic strip at bottom, titled "When is a conference not a conference?", satirizes the endless talking and bureaucratic inefficiency of the actual negotiations. It shows military officers at a desk becoming increasingly frustrated through multiple panels, with dialogue about "quoting" positions and keeping "his mind up" — suggesting delegates endlessly repeat predetermined statements without genuine negotiation or progress. The final panel shows a figure literally flying away, implying the futility has become unbearable. The joke mocks how formal diplomatic conferences devolve into performative repetition rather than substantive problem-solving.
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Women’s Part in Arms Parley By Bird Millman (Lady Gymnast and Rope Artiste) ASHINGTON, D. C.—To-day I was able to obtain an interview with M:dame Blee, wife of the junior Korea:felegate. She received me in the MM Waiting-room of the Union Statio fight beside the counter where they si bronze models of the Wash- ington § onument. Con fry to popular expectations. Madan Blee is not fleshy. She is, I yv, of medium build, and looks |. John Lyons, pilot of the Tarrytown ferry, to-day nded “Life” for its enter- ': getting Miss Bird Mill- h cover the conference from omen’s point of view. “It journalistic coup,” he said. like a foreigner. view s! crépe, materid face. ing on “Peek- in exc at sul finger All during the inter- : wore a simple wrap of Korean ith a stunning veil of the same which completely covered her pened the conversation by lift- corner of the veil and saying boo” at her, which put us both lent humor and emboldened me equent intervals to poke my t the veil on about the spot where fJer mouth was, at which she would fy to bite me through the cloth. “Doffvou do your own housework, Madar Blee?” I asked. LIFE’S SPECIAL PARLEY CORRESPONDENCE Following in the Wake of Our More Enterprising Newspapers The pretty little Korean matron merely laughed at this question, for she does not understand English. “You have it nice here,” I said, look- ing around the waiting-room of the sta- tion. And when I looked back, Madame Blee was gone. Sporting Aspects of Big Arms Meet By Leo Gletch (“Delayed Pass”) ASHINGTON, D. C.—AII roads lead to the National Capital to- day where, as Kipling says, “East meets West” in a finish-fight with Old Doc Mars. All day contestants have been arriving and to-night the river is dotted with pleasure-craft lying at anchor in anticipation of to-morrow’s big sport classic. The betting has been quieter than at former disarmament confer- ences, although there is a great deal of Japan money lying around if one knows where to look for it. England’s hopes received a solar- plexus jolt on the very eve of the mam- moth contest when it became known that “Welsh Davey” Lloyd George, the stocky idol of the British fans and counted on as good for at least fourteen points in the gigantic clash, was suffering from an affliction of the larynx which may keep him out of the conference for two or three days or even a week. The atmosphere around the John Bull camp reeked with indigo when this announce- ment was made. It is difficult to predict what the out- come will be, although from where I sit the frog-eaters look to be a mighty sinewy aggregation, with your old Uncle Sam crowding” into a close second. Last-minute factors, however, may upset all the dope and I should not be surprised to see the representatives of Sunny France bow before the brainy little band from Far Nippon. On the other hand, I should not be surprised to see almost anything happen. It all rests now in the lap of Old Jupe Pluvius, Humorous Slants at the Parley Taken by George (“Hazel-Nut”) Heach HE Disarmament Conference was not visible to visitors to-day be- cause Secretary Hughes got in the way and we couldn’t see through his hang- ing gardens. The Emperor Charles has sent the following cablegram to‘ Life”: “Congratulate you on getting famous humorist ‘He Heach to cover arms conf a master stroke.” last ovonlg and ous of tae dapanees. del around. He thought we were calling his name * * * It is reported that one of the British representatives has brought a case of Scotch along with him. All hands will now start in scotching the snake of war. * ok * To rid the world of every gun, Is the aim of these here friskers. But the biggest fight will have be When Charlie Hughes diswhis! = WE D WITH Discussion S ONE ON I'D Oo ASK | “When is a conference not a conference?” T =z comicbooks.com Pan \\VE a ee ft