Life, 1923-06-07 · page 15 of 44
Life — June 7, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate humor pieces: 1. **"Casanova's Homecoming"** — A brief poetic quip suggesting the historical libertine Casanova has returned, apparently "over fifty" but still vital, prompting readers to consult Schnitzler's book about him. 2. **"Cheated—A Tragedy"** — A dialogue between an old lady and postman exploring her philosophical musings about his daily mail deliveries, which she imagines contain emotional content (love letters, appeals, condolences). The postman's reply—"My feet"—deflates her romantic notions with mundane reality. 3. **"Cloakroom Gossip"** — Two senators discuss a bootlegger's voting record during Prohibition; the second calls him a "dirty crook." 4. **Lower cartoon** — A man gives his daughter a picture postcard; she owns only one, revealing modest means or collecting just begun.
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“Casanova’s Homecoming” (By A. Schnitsler. Seltzer.) HE life that Casanova led! You'd think at fifty he’d be dead But here he’s over fifty-two, Apparently as good as new— We search in vain through Schnitzler’s book To learn what Casanova took. O.H. Cheated—A Tragedy OY LADY (to postman): Do you know, my good man, that during all the years you have been coming to this house, I have wondered, as I have watched you making your daily rounds in the heat of s of winter, just what you were ing about? You always seem to be philosophizing as you plod along in silence, apparently buried in sober reflection and at peace with the whole wide world. Do you ever let your thoughts roam at will through that leather bag, and play among its con- tents: missives wet with tears; messages of joy; fran- tic appeals for succor; tender words of love; shat- tered hopes; and high ambitions realized? Tell me, if | do not seem too inquisitive, upon what do you ponder, what do you think of, day by day, hour after hour, step by step? PostMAN: My feet. F. A, K. Rapro—out of the void, into the vacuum. Cloakroom Gossip First Senator: That bootlegger of mine is an imperti- nent fellow. He says that as long as we continue to vote for strict enforcement of the Volstead Act, he’ll have to charge ninety-five a case for Scotch. Second Senator: The dirty crook! DSS 1 s “Here’s something for you, Lois, a nice picture posteard, I suppose you're collecting them.” “Ves 'Yes'r. “Really! And how many have you, may I ask?” “One.” comicbooks.com