Life, 1922-11-09 · page 12 of 36
Life — November 9, 1922 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Main Cartoon:** The illustration shows a man in formal dress bowing to a gnarled tree, with the caption "Captain Mainbrace Bows His Acknowledgment for the Thanksgiving Dinner that Wasn't Dry." The quote beneath suggests the man is sarcastically thanking the tree (representing apple cider or alcohol) for making the meal palatable—implying the food itself was poor quality. **Context:** This appears to be Prohibition-era humor. "Captain Mainbrace" is a traditional sailor's toast. The satire mocks either poor Thanksgiving meals or the challenges of dining during alcohol restrictions, with the implication that liquor was needed to make the experience tolerable. **Secondary Content:** "Bridge—One-Half Per Cent" is a humorous dialogue about card-playing rules, appearing unrelated to the main cartoon.
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