Life, 1923-01-04 · page 15 of 44
Life — January 4, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate pieces of social humor: 1. **"My Husband Says"** (left column): A domestic humor piece where a wife complains that her husband claims to be "awfully tired sometimes" despite knowing she has plenty of household tasks. She recounts shopping for fair items and her husband's observations about women's purchasing habits and gift-giving. 2. **"One Perfect Rose"** (top right): A romantic poem about receiving a single rose from an admirer, written by someone with initials "D.P." It plays on courtship conventions and the language of flowers. 3. **"Judging from Advertisements"** (middle right): A brief comedic exchange between a professor and student about Napoleon's success, joking that he likely took a correspondence course. The large illustration below depicts a street scene with well-dressed people and a dog, captioned with dialogue about forgetting versus remembering someone—likely romantic in nature.
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his yon - LIFE - My Husband Says HAT he knows I have a lot of things to do and that I must get awfully tired some- times. He says it makes him tired just hearing about it. I went to a fair the other week. It was to try to raise money for a new vestment for the janitor, and a shade for the lamp in the ladies’ parlor. I hope they select a purple one. I think purple casts such an interesting pallor over the face. I didn’t buy anything; but I think fairs are even more tiresome when you don’t buy things. The excitement of selecting and looking for change and everything keeps one up. My husband says it must be awfully wearing the next moruing when you look at the things you fell for. | overheard one of the head ladies, who had charge of the holder booth, say to the fat lady on the miscel- lan ous table that she hoped people would come to buy ther Christmas gifts. y husband says that he thinks the things they sell at favs are not suitable for Christmas gifts, if you care an thing for the people you give them to. L..B. S. One Perfect Rose AcGEE flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet— One perfect rose. I knew the language of the floweret; “My fragile »” it said, “his heart enclose.” Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose. Why is it no one ever sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? But no, it’s always just my luck to get One perfect rose. D. P. Judging from Advertisements Proressor: Can any one tell me the secret of Napo- leon’s success ? Srupent: I suppose he took a correspondence course in something or other. He (passionately): You are trying to forget me! “No—I'm trying to remember you.” comicbooks.com