Life, 1922-12-14 · page 9 of 36
Life — December 14, 1922 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains humorous verse and a cartoon satirizing early 20th-century American social life. The poems mock various social types—a perfume-wearing man, demanding women, and European pretensions among New York society. The cartoon depicts a woman and a serpent coiled around a tree. The serpent says: "But, Madam, he logical! Until you have eaten this apple, how can you be expected to know it was wrong to eat it?" This references the biblical Garden of Eden story, satirizing female curiosity and temptation. The joke appears to critique women's rationalization of forbidden behavior—suggesting that women use logic to justify transgressions. The cartoon likely reflects contemporary anxieties about changing women's roles and increased female independence in the 1920s-30s era.
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LIFE If the Author of “In American” Had Spent His Vacation with Horace on the Sabine Farm Quis multa gracilis. Odes, 1, 5. HO was the guy I seen you with today? Oh, yes, I did, you might as well crash through. 1 bet he had perfum’ry on him—say, I know that kind, I'll tell the world I do. Well, let him suffer. . . if he likes your line, And it’s some line, I got to grant you that, I'll never tell him diff'rent; I got mine. \Vait till he hears you sayin’: “Here’s your hat.” I guess I’m lucky, for I might have took “ou serious, with your blue-eyed baby stares. Now I'll be thankful every time I look \nd see those other dumbbells getting theirs, Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloe. Odes, 1, 23. CHLOE, you got me wrong, I ain’t One of these goofs that treats ’em rough, (hat likes to see em scream and faint— \Vhere do you get that stuff? Say, you won’t always want to sit \round the house like some old hen. Some day you'll want to step a bit— How about me for then? Vixi puellis nuper idoneus. Odes, 3, 26. ir ain’t sour grapes with me, I could of had Most any jane, when I was steppin’ out. I slung a nasty hoof . . . but say, that stuff Don't get a man nowhere, I'll say it don’t. I dressed the part, but that’s all over now, \ll that swell scenery parking space for moths. It ain’t sour grapes, but if a certain dame Should sprain her ankle, would I cry? . . . Say, ask me! S. K. All I Know Is What I Read in the Papers Clemenceau has been here. It seemed like old times to have someone from Europe with a MESSAGE for us. I am glad his Propaganda was in regard to the last War and not drumming up trade for a new one. N. Y. always follows European styles. The Tiger arose at 5 a. M. and had Onion Soup for breakfast. I'll het that will stop some of these Society Birds from imitating them for a while. I don’t know which would be the hardest. To get a New Yorker up at 5 or to get him to inhale Onion Soup. Newberry has resigned from the Senate and gone back to his front Porch in Michigan to hiss every Ford that passes, A Lady was seated in the Senate. I think that is a good idea; it draws people’s attention to that body of our Government. She was only there for a day. That’s as long as a Lady could stand it. I wonder how long a Gentleman would last. , Will Rogers. S&S Sica! Ie oats, hey The Serpent: But, Madam, be logical! Until you have eaten this apple, how can you be expected to know it was wrong to eat it? comicbooks.com