Life, 1923-02-22 · page 14 of 36
Life — February 22, 1923 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon depicts a domestic argument between a husband and wife. The husband (George) is an "inveterate golfer" who has apparently made a poor golf shot. His wife Mrs. Gubbidge complains he'll "drive me out of my mind," but George defensively insists it was "a putt, not a drive"—a technical golf distinction meant as a joke about his obsession with the sport. The story below, "A Place for Everything, and Everything Some Other Place," humorously describes a traveler's last-minute shopping habits before a trip—buying items at various New York shops in haphazard fashion. It satirizes disorganized travel preparation and the American consumer's impulse to shop for "everything" needed for a journey.
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LIFE i. 4a ay < ME icy | | | | Mrs. Gubbidge: George, you'll drive me out of my mind! George (an inveterate golfer): That’s not a drive, my dear—that’s a putt. A Place for Everything, and Everything Some Other Place HE belated voyager was doing some last-minute shopping before going to the dock. On his way down Fifth Avenue he rushed into a tobacco shop and purchased a cane. Next door was a famous shoe emporium and there he bought a few extra pairs of socks, Suddenly realizing that he might like to take some pictures of his trip he bought a camera and films—in a drug store. Had he forgotten to bring along his shaving kit? He couldn’t remember, and rather than take his chances with these foreign barbers, he turned back to the prescription counter and seized a safety razor, a brush, a packet of blades and some soap. Then to one of those little music shops on Broadway, where he laid in a supply of toys as gifts to his sister's children, who would be down to see him off. A moment later he settled back in the taxi with a satisfied sigh. “Gosh, I hate to leave this country,” he said to him- self, as he was whirled across the junction of 4th and 10th Streets towards the North River, so called be- cause it lies due west of New York. “I bet I'll havea terrible time abroad, trying to get around and buy things. They’ve got no system like we have; everything here is just where it ought to be, and a fellow knows wher to go for what he wants.” ALC.M. ¢ In Open Court Weattuy JunceE (lecturing a prisoner): A clear con- science, my man, is more to be desired than riches, Prisoner: All right, sir. I'll swap with you. comicbooks.com