Life, 1922-06-22 · page 13 of 34
Life — June 22, 1922 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a beach scene illustration accompanied by two poems about leisure and labor. **The Cartoon**: The sketch shows two women in a swimming pool or beach area, with one exclaiming "Oh! Fr heaven's sake, Clara!" about a lost diamond wrist watch. The humor is social satire—it mocks wealthy leisure-class women whose concerns are frivolous luxury goods rather than substantive matters. One woman's distress over losing an expensive piece of jewelry while swimming captures the satirical point about upper-class excess and materialism. **The Poems**: "A Summer Resort Pastel" and "The Farmerette" offer contrasting perspectives. The first describes idle wealthy resort life (golf, cocktails, lounging). The second presents a farmer's romantic fantasy about escaping to domestic rural life with a woman. Together, they satirize both wealthy idleness and working-class escapism—mocking different classes' unrealistic dreams.
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5 J oe — DAM ff fe POULT A Summer Resort Pastel 'OPPER-COLORED life-guards 1 grenadine cocktai equets and the six 1 Monday morning, lisping flappers and continual losses at bridge. Rainy beach parties and broken-down motor cars, country dub locker rooms and broiled lobster with butter sauce, middle-aged wom- en who are always looking for a beau. Moonlight sails that lead to matrimony. Moonlight sails that lead to divorce. Golf prc ionals and grape fruit, cloudless skies and cigarettes, egg sandwiches and wet bathing suits. A green hammock and a blonde. White stucco palaces and Belgian police digs, rubber-soled shoes and musica organizers, fox-trotting youths and poison ivy. Thermos- bottled highballs and sand fleas, fly Swatters and coon orchestras im- Ported from West Fifty-third street. “Oh! F'r heaven’s sake, Clara!” “What is it, Evelyn?” “My diamon’ wris’ watch has fell off.” Those mornings you plan to rise with the sun, that never materialize. Openwork bungalows, ice-cream sodas, mildewed shoes, over-ripe cantaloupes, local bootleggers, white- washed verandas, sunburnt noses, tan-colored polo coats, . . . three o'clock in the afternoon. The Farmerette N the papers every day You can read what wise men say; How they rip and rant and curse, That the world is getting worse; But you never read a line Showing such a fate as mine. Cuorus— For I’ma lonely bachelor on the land ; I work from morn till night with either hand. If I could only get A little farmerette, Then I’d begin to farm to beat the band! I would take her from the strife Of a toilsome city life, And I'd dress her up in silk If she’d only learn to milk. She could have the whole outdoors, If she'd only do the chores. She would soon be strong and free And as happy as could be. I would let her hoe the beans, If she’d only patch my jeans, And I'd sign her up for life, lf she'd only be my wife. For I’m a lonely bachelor on the I work from morn till night with If I could only get A little farmerette Then I'd begin to farm to beat the McK. McA. comicbooks.com