Life, 1923-03-22 · page 8 of 36
Life — March 22, 1923 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: 1. **"My Husband Says"** (L.B.S.): A domestic comedy column about a wife's decorated lamb chops and her husband's prehistoric joke about Stone Age men hitting wives with rocks—he reassures her he won't do this. He promises to take her to a nice inn next Thursday. 2. **"A Man Who Understood Women"** (S.T.): A poem describing a man who meets women frequently but remains emotionally detached and inscrutably indifferent to their feelings. 3. **The cartoon**: Shows a newspaper vendor or publisher speaking with a customer. The German-language caption (roughly translated) mocks the idea that a wealthy American millionaire would abandon the U.S. to live in Germany, calling such a person a "damn fool." This appears to reference post-WWI skepticism about Germany's economic prospects.
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My Husband Says HAT Thursday nights seem awfully near together. Thursday is the night our maid goes out and I get the supper. We call it supper, when we have it at home, and dinner when we have com- pany, or go to town. : » I cooked chops last night, and all the time I kept thinking of the poor little sheep that had suffered so much for us. But the chops came out a lovely shade of brown in places, and a rich henna in others. I had no paper ruffles, so I tied a blue ribbon on the little bone and used carrot tops for garnishing. It was a daring color scheme but looked perfectly stun- ning. The chops cooled off some while I was decorating them. r My husband said that, in the Stone Age, the cave men used to hit their wives with rocks, and he thought that was much more humane than dragging them around by the hair; and he said he hoped he would never do either. He said he would take me out to an inn next Thursday night. I want to go to the one where they have a big gray stone fireplace, and rose hangings at the windows. L. B.S. A Man Who Understood Women E meets her twice or thrice a year, Sometimes less and sometimes more, Each time they meet the stage is set Exactly as the time before. He is most glossy and most gay, Witty, omniscient and bland; She is inscrutable and mild, She lets him play his hand. And if his pyrotechnics pale A little on her moonlit sky, He scarcely knows that it is so And only vaguely wonders why. And if he finds her eyes too wide, A shade too deep, a shade too cool, She lets him wonder which she is, A saint, a sinner or a fool. He: Are they very rich? Sue: I'll say they are. They still drive a 1915 car. PHILANTHROPIST—A man who wears his wrist watch upside down for the benefit of others. MWAD “Pop, if a man vos a millionaire here in der Unided States an’ he vent to Germany to live, yot vould he be?” “He yould be a dam fool, Heinie.” comicbooks.com