Life, 1923-02-01 · page 8 of 40
Life — February 1, 1923 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two pieces of satirical content: **"My Husband Says"** (upper section): A domestic humor column where a wife describes her husband's expectations. He wants her to take responsibility but then contradicts himself—saying she couldn't handle stock investments, yet pressuring her to attend a stockholders meeting in Chicago. The satire mocks male hypocrisy: husbands wanted women obedient yet blamed them for being passive. **"At the Club"** (cartoon, lower section): A tired man at a club responds "No!" to questions about holding various positions (President, Board Director, House Committee member), then says "Then let me sleep." The joke satirizes the social pressure on men to take on voluntary roles and responsibilities, leaving them exhausted. Both pieces comment on gender expectations and social obligations of the early-to-mid 20th century.
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LRPE My Husband Says HAT he wishes I would learn to take some responsibility. He says he thinks I could because I take everything else so easily. So he gave me some Pullman stock and he said I must take care of it and now I was a stockholder. I put them away ever so carefully in the bureau drawer where I keep my best gloves and things. They are all done on the most stunning, rattly paper and have a border in lovely shades of soft henna, and a picture of Mr. Pullman. I think his goatee would be much more becoming if it were trimmed in a slimmer line. But he sent me some checks and I spent them all, and I think it is heavenly to feel responsibility. And then he sent me a letter in a big envelope, and it said they were going to haye a meeting of the stock- holders in Chicago and they wanted me to go too. ZT ae2e N\ I have always wanted to go out West; and I have the most stunning little fitted week-end bag, and a lovely kimono done in Batik in the most marvellous shades (my husband says it looks like an explosion in a vegetable patch) for Pullman wear; and I asked the ticket man for a berth right through and he said I must pay for it even if I was a stockholder; and he said, “Does your husband know you are going?” And I said I wanted to surprise him, and he said, “You will, all right.” And he said he would phone my husband because he belonged to the same order, only his wife was different. He said it wastt't necessary to tell me everything husband said, only would I wait for God’s sake came for me; and I had a manicure while I w: ing, and my husband said Nature hadn’t fitted m take responsibility, and he thought she gave me too high a polish, too. But I really think it was heavenly the way she filed the corners. Z yyps 4 we LY SVB, By At the Club The Tired One: Are you Presiden’ this Club? “No!” “Are you Memb’ Board Direc’?” “No!” “Are you on House Commit’?” “No!” “Then let me sleep.” comicbooks.com a 2 fg