Life, 1922-07-13 · page 9 of 36
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**The Cartoon:** The illustration depicts an ice cream vendor with an umbrella and cart labeled "ICE CREAM CONE 5¢" surrounded by children. The caption reads "The Manager Has Trouble Making His Team Stick to a Training Diet." **The Satire:** This is a straightforward visual joke about discipline. A baseball team manager (likely) has established a strict training diet for his players, but children gathered around an ice cream vendor represent the temptation undermining his efforts. The humor lies in the absurd comparison: managing professional athletes' dietary restrictions is as difficult as keeping children away from cheap ice cream treats. **Context:** The 5¢ price point reflects early 20th-century economics. The joke assumes readers understand that athletes require dietary control for peak performance, while ice cream represents irresistible indulgence.
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The Manager Has Trouble Making His Team Stick to a Training Diet If It Keeps On Raisin Day, Eat More Fruit Month, Thrift Year EAR CHARLOTTE: I told you I was planning to spend Prune a Day Week with Mary. I left here on Backer’s Bar Soap Day and motored down, reaching there on the afternoon of Taleum Day, Toilet Preparations Month. We ran into only one storm—on Ribbon Dentifrice Day—and Tal- cum morning broke clear and cool. I was glad because first impressions are apt to be lasting. I shall never for- get Kettle Day of Kitchen Week when I first visited Louise. How it rained! Mary was as sweet as she could be. She gave a de- lightful luncheon for me on Fig Day, a bridge on Apple Day, golf and dinner at the Country Club on Canned Peach Day, and a pretty little dance on the evening of Preserved Pear Day. I met a charming man, Peter Dolliver, and he gave us all a delightful luncheon at his club on Apricot Day. So you see I had a busy Pre- served Fruit Week. It was sweet of you to ask me to spend Potato Week with you, I have a dressmaker for Cereal Week but she ought to be through by Ruffed Rice Night. Mind if I do not give my answer until, say, Rolled Oats Day? Just think, I haven’t laid eyes on you since the Brown dance last Patronize Your Local Poultryman Month. As ever, Mavp. Problem for a Young Girl ELL, don’t you see? I had a box of candy, And I tore it open, and it looked so fine, And tasted wonderful! And so I et it, As fast as I could eat. And when it was gone I was so sick I couldn’t hold my head up. So the next time I got a box, I says, “T'll save this one, and eat it little by little; I'll make it last this time, and I won't get sick.” But mice got in, and ants, and it was ruined. Ain’t there no way you can do with a box of candy? And suppose it ain’t candy, but bein’ in love I mean. Oh, has it always got to be too fast, So that it’s gone right-off, and leaves you sick, Or else it drags along and gets all stale? Has it got to be always either one or the other? J.V. A.W. Horrors! ‘HE principle recently laid down by the Supreme Court, namely, that labor unions shall hereafter be held responsible for the conduct of their members, must cause all patriotic citizens to grow sick at heart. Where is it to end? If we go along this road, we shall soon be expecting parents to be responsible for their children, theatrical managers responsible for their plays, ministers for their sermons, magazine editors for their short stories, and husbands for their wives! comicbooks.com