Life, 1922-12-14 · page 7 of 36
Life — December 14, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a single cartoon and accompanying prose dialogue, not political commentary. The cartoon depicts a woman on horseback in a tree-lined avenue, accompanied by a dog and various pedestrians. The caption reads: "But are you sure he's a police dog?" with the reply: "Positive, my dear; he's always hanging around the kitchen." This is a gentle domestic humor joke playing on the term "police dog" (a trained law-enforcement canine). The joke suggests the dog in question is not an actual police dog but rather a common kitchen scavenger—dogs known for loitering near kitchens seeking food scraps. The satire targets neither politics nor social issues, but simply exploits wordplay for humorous effect, typical of *Life* magazine's lighter content.
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“But are you sure he’s a police dog?” “Positive, my dear; he’s always hanging around the kitchen.” “This is the guest-room. Of course it’s small, but it’s cozy, isn’t There wasn’t room for a regu- lar bed. That cot is quite com- fortable—it’s narrow but comfort- able. I wanted to put a regular bu- reau here. Still that little table is enough, except that it hasn’t any drawers, I meant to have new wall- aper in here too; but that purple isn't bad, is it? And the room really isn’t dark once you turn on the elec- tric light. My dear, you must come and visit us some time. x ok * “And this is our room. This is my bureau—and this is my dressing- table. Don’t you love it? Father gave us this suite. Yes, I think it's adorable. Philip’s people are just wonderful, but—Do you really like the beds? I rather wanted four- posters—Colonial, you know. Still, I can put chintz bed-spreads on them. That’s my closet. I did want to get Philip a nice bureau and mir- ror for this room, but there simply wasn’t room for them; but he has part of a drawer in my bureau, and his brushes and things are in the bathroom, And then, of course, he has his own room. * kk “There's the bathroom — the maid’s room is off the kitchen—and —well—that’s all. It’s a small apart- ment, but it’s cozy, don’t you think? Of course it isn’t really complete yet, but I think with the English sitting-room and the Italian dining- room and all— well, it will be sort of cute, won't it? “T’m so glad you like it, my dear. Really? I'm awfully glad you do— well—we like it.” Pues Song During Shortage A' seven o'clock in the morn- ing The man delivers the coal. There's a bang and a crash and a rattle and a smash As it slides down into the hcle. I spring out of bed in a twinkling And sing with a merry din, Hi lee, hi lo! for the joy I know . When the coal slides into my bin. At seven o'clock in the morning The man delivers the coal. There’s a whoosh and a bang and a rush and a whang As it slides down into the hole. The darn noise gives me a headache And it's broken my sleep to boot, Oh, I’m mad to my soul when I hear the coal As it roars in my neighbor’s chute. B. 1. comicbooks.com