Life, 1923-04-26 · page 6 of 36
Life — April 26, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two satirical pieces about foolishness and risk-taking: **"And the Editor Was Lighting His Pipe"** mocks an editor's stubborn insistence on proving a dangerous match will stay lit. The editor repeatedly attempts to light his pipe despite warnings, exemplifying the text's opening claim that "all of us are more or less foolish, only some of us insist upon proving it." The joke satirizes human obstinacy and the tendency to test dangerous products unnecessarily. **Lower cartoon** shows an industrial accident where a worker has been struck by machinery, with his complaint about "daylight saving time" causing the injury. This appears to mock resistance to daylight saving time by suggesting such opposition is foolish and even dangerous—another example of people stubbornly insisting on proving their foolishness, as the page's theme suggests.
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“And you never venture within the three-mile limit, Captain?” “No sir, never. I’m a God-fearin’, law-abidin’ citizen.” And the Editor Was Lighting His Pipe ALL of us are more or less foolish, only some of us . : . insist upon proving it. « OOD morning, sir, I have here—” he started as pon ° he stepped into the editor's sanctum. And the editor was lighting his pipe. “a new invention,” he continued, “that is going to be a bonanza of benefit and a superabundance of safety to humanity.” And the editor again started to light his pipe. “Tt is a safety match that will not be unsafe—a match that, after being lighted and used, will go out, and not smoulder into the carpet, rug or waste-basket—” The editor again started to light his pipe. “Just see all the fires that are started by people throw- ing matches down that they think are OUT, when we know from experience that a certain kind of match can be thrown down but is never out. Now, this match—” The editor stopped trying to light his pipe, to inquire: “You don’t happen to have a match in your pocket that will stay lit, do you?” Lire Insurance Direcror: We must cancel J. K. Jones’ policy at once. GeNERAL MANAGER? Why? ‘ “Aw, the h—— wid it! I can’t get this daylight savin’ “I saw him shaving in the washroom of a Pullman. time trew me nut!” comicbooks.com