Life, 1923-04-19 · page 29 of 36
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This page contains two distinct elements: a humorous essay about Egyptian King Tutankhamun's pronunciation, and a Bell Telephone advertisement. ## The Tutankhamun Essay The comic piece satirizes the difficulty English speakers had pronouncing "Tutankhamun" following the 1922 discovery of his tomb. The author describes how his family couldn't settle on the correct pronunciation, listing various competing versions ("Tut-an-common," "Too-tank-a-men," etc.). He notes that English people notoriously mispronounce their own place names and titles, making them the "lads" naturally suited to bungle an Egyptian pharaoh's name. The humor lies in the widespread confusion and the absurdity of having multiple "correct" pronunciations in newspapers and museums. ## The Bell Telephone Advertisement The ad argues for the centralized Bell System by illustrating that direct payment would require subscribers to individually pay hundreds of workers, tax collectors, and supply industries. It justifies the consolidated telephone bill as an efficient distribution system.
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