Life, 1922-02-09 · page 11 of 34
Life — February 9, 1922 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a humorous domestic cartoon about marriage longevity. Two well-dressed women meet on a street; one boasts that her husband "ain't never deceived me yet" in forty years of marriage. The other responds that her husband lies "every time." The joke satirizes the gap between marital ideals and reality—suggesting that either the first woman is deluded or her husband's dishonesty is so constant it's become invisible to her. The cartoon reflects early 20th-century attitudes about marriage as an institution where minor deceptions are expected and normalized. The page also includes poetry ("Unwelcome Spring") and a medical joke about a doctor and patient, typical filler content for *Life* magazine's satirical format.
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