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This page combines a satirical short story with period advertising. The main narrative features a character named Peck expounding on philosophy—specifically that human nature is inconsistent, with people presenting different versions of themselves to different audiences. The joke culminates when Peck credits his clever observation to his wife, undercutting his pretentious intellectualism. The cartoon at bottom (credited to *Le Journal Amusant*, Paris) reinforces this theme: a man lectures that "all men are equal" despite birth/education differences, while his servant visibly struggles with his heavy luggage—visual irony about class inequality. The dominant advertisement for **Woodbury's Facial Soap** (a real 1920s brand) occupies the right side, targeting women with sensitive skin concerns. This juxtaposition—serious philosophical discussion alongside beauty product marketing—reflects *Life*'s dual nature as satirical commentary mixed with commercial content typical of 1920s magazines.

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The Studier of Mankind “T HE proper study of mankind,” remarked Peck one afternoon, apropos, as usual, of no lead at all, “is impossible. None of us is con- stant. We are all things to all men —as full of facets as an intricately cut diamond.” I yawned. “Take me,” went on Peck expan- sively. “Now the me you know, for instance, is a totally different mc from the one Yellowby knows. And why ?” His luck?” I suggested. “Simply because you and Yellow- by are different,” went on Peck, un- heeding, “J am different. When I am with Yellowby I am in the pres- ence of an incurable romantic. From sheer perversity, I become caustic— bitter—misogamistic. And as a re- sult, if Yellowby alone were to judge, e the world would know me as a con- Is your skin firmed skeptic and woman-hater.” “And just what is it about me,” : ll iti 2 I demanded, “that calls forth your especia y sensl1 1 V (S e interminable monologues ?” “But,” continued Peck ruthlessly, : : 6 “is that the true me? The rest of n Is your skin especially hard to take care of? friends would deny it instantly. Yet Wind, dust, exposure: do they continually irritate to what end? To the end that each and roughen it? one might set up a different me in You can correct this extreme sensitiveness. By its place; no two alike, and no one giving your skin the special treatment it needs, you the real me. Do you get what I’m can overcome its tendency to become painful, irri- driving at?” tated, on the least occasion. “Absolutely,” I admitted, “and Use this special treatment for a very sensitive skin: vhat’s more, you're right. I never a ss . ; yawn! With anyone else.” But i | a night before retiring, dip a soft washcloth in oe bey ae ae in warm water and hold it to your face. Then make a spite of myself I was becoming in- warm water lather of Woodbury’s Facial Soap and dip terested: your cloth up and down in it until the cloth is “fluffy” “And this simple fact,” went on with the soft white lather. Rub this lathered cloth gently dj over your skin until the pores are thoroughly cleansed. Then rinse, first with warm, then with clear cool water, and dry carefully. Get a cake of Woodbury’s Facial Soap today—in the booklet around each cake you will find special treat- ments for each different type of skin. The same qualities that give Woodbury’s its beneficial effect in overcoming common skin troubles make it ideal for regular toilet use. A 25-cent cake lasts a month or six weeks, The Andrew Jergens Co., Cincinnati, New York, and Perth, Ontario. Copyright, 1922. by The Andrew Jergens Co Peck, as though quoting from memo- ry, “once admitted—as admitted it must be—will go far toward explain- ing a hitherto incomprehensible thing, namely: why people with real brains often insist upon marrying morons.” “Peck,” I cried admiringly, “there's no doubt about it, you’ve got some- thing there! How did you come to think of it?” “Well, to tell the truth,” murmured “Yes, _ gentlemen, despite the little ‘ “the idea’s Prey differences of birth, education and Peck faintly, “the idea’s my wife’s. fcetdnes./all foeh.are lemuanlt G. R. —Le Journal Amusant (Paris). comicbooks.com