Life, 1923-07-26 · page 13 of 42
Life — July 26, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces from *Life* magazine: **"Wedding Impressions"** offers humorous character sketches of wedding attendees—the bride, father, clergyman, bridesmaids, etc.—each with cynical commentary. For example, the father has "a stern look happily. The dawn of a new day. Money. The end of the trail," satirizing paternal relief at marrying off a daughter. **"The Mode"** mocks fashion pretension through dialogue where Mrs. Homeboy describes her dress affectedly as having "an air of sophistication," though it's simply what she could afford. **The lower cartoon** depicts a film director shooting a movie scene outdoors, with text joking about Goldsmith's "Deserted Village"—suggesting the bustling film production ironically mimics abandonment. All pieces employ gentle social satire typical of early 20th-century *Life* magazine's humor targeting middle-class affectations and modern absurdities.
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Wedding Impressions In the Manner of the Futurists. HE Bride—A peach. A snowfall ending in a drift. The birth of flowers. Modestly to the ground and eyes of hope. God bless her! . Her Father—A stern look happily. The dawn of a new day. Money, money. The end of the trail. The Clergyman—Well done! Effici- ency. Where's the ring? Turn on the current. The Bridesmaids—Ziegfeld’s lies. The Flower Girls—Wedding cakes good enough to eat. Snow balls. Shuffle along happily. Look at me. The Ushers—A stiff front. Compe- tence. Two? The Best Man—Jack of all trades. The guardian angel of his friend. At attention, The Audience—Everybody. The Christian to the lions. Necks, necks, craning. A hothouse. Style. The Groom—You made me what I am to-day. Do your duty, officer. This is on me. \ gale of whispers. A thunder- storm of melody. They’re off! Edmund J. Kiefer. Fol- ORD’S chances for president are getting better every minute—that’s about the rate of Ford production. Belle: pip YOU MAKE ANY MONEY AT THE POKER LAST NIGHT? Dumbell: ULL SAy 1 DID, JOE WON ENOUGH FROM ME TO PAY WHAT HE OWED ME, The Mode RS. Homesopy (cagerly) : What did she wear? Mr. Homenopy: All I could sce from where I sat was an air of so- phistication. Informal ONES: I noticed you bowed to the Richards just now. Do you know them ? Smitn: Well, sort of indirectly. You see, our dog knows their dog. English Author: it MAKES ONE THINK OF GOLDSMITH’S “DESERTED VILLAGE,” DOES IT NOT? Director: GOLDSMITH? GOLDSMITH? WHAT COMPANY'S HE WITH? comicbooks.com