Life, 1922-08-17 · page 6 of 36
Life — August 17, 1922 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Escaping from Ferocious Animals"** (left column): Humorous advice on evading wildlife threats—prairie dogs, bears, alligators, and nightmares. The practical tips suggest this is lighthearted survival humor rather than serious commentary. 2. **"The Carousel"** (right column): A sentimental poem about childhood innocence and the carousel as a metaphor for life's joys and uncertainties. 3. **The Main Cartoon**: A social satire showing well-dressed adults at what appears to be a formal event or party. The caption reveals the joke: Aunt Janet comments on Gladys's torn stockings; Gladys replies her stockings are "on their last legs"—a pun combining the worn garment with the idiom suggesting something is failing. The humor targets upper-class social pretension and worn gentility during economically uncertain times.
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Escaping from Ferocious Animals HOSE who are finding fault with the story about that aviator who climbed a tree in the Everglades to escape a panther evidently lack experience. That is one of the best ways of escaping from such a beast. Here are other suggestions for escaping enemies when attacked: If a rattlesnake gets after you, duck into the first con- . venient prairie dog hole. If a bear is chasing you, run into a cave. When pursued by a flock of mad alligators, jump in the bayou and swim to the other shore. When a lion makes up his mind to talk over his menu with you, keep ahead of him until you come to the first jungle. Turn in at the jungle and you won't have to worry any more about that lion chasing you. To escape a nightmare, shin up a bed post. VEL. S. “What is all that row about over at your place, Tommy?” asked a neighbor. “Why, ma’s settin’ hens,” explained Tommy, with a glance toward the barn from which came the sound of angry voices, “an’ pa’s farm demonstrator an’ he’s tryin’ to show her how to do it scientific’ly.” H " Tn sul ty cee aah | <a hai The Carrousel Cee the quivering signal bell Speeds the circling carrousel. Happy childhood’s on a lark, Whirling round the smiling park. Wheezy old orchestrion Calls for feats equestrian, Lunge and lurch and greedy clutch: Rings are snatched with every touch. Round and round they sweep the course, Spurring on each wooden horse. Madly waging mimic strife, Keenly real as grown-up life. Clang! a curly-headed king Plucks the magic gilded ring. Dear, unknowing, lucky child! May your laugh soar ever-wild. May they use you half so well On life’s mirthless carrousel. May you never lose your grip Fouled by jostling horsemanship. May it never come to pass That the final gold prove brass. Mel. — Aunt Janet: Gladys, you have several runs and two holes in your stockings. Gladys: Yes, I know, they are on their last legs. comicbooks.com