Life, 1923-08-23 · page 6 of 36
Life — August 23, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon**: Two fashionable women discuss bathing suits. One asks "ARE YOU SURE HE LOVES YOU?" and receives the reply "ABSOLUTELY. HE OBJECTS TO MY BATHING SUIT." This is a lighthearted joke about courtship—suggesting a man's criticism of a woman's swimwear paradoxically proves his affection, as he wouldn't bother objecting if he didn't care. **"Restraint" Anecdote**: A traveler in Germany questions a native about picking up a large bill, only to learn the native lost a suspender button costing far more to replace. This satirizes post-WWI German hyperinflation, where currency became so devalued that ordinary items cost astronomical sums. **Bottom Illustration**: Shows an indoor scene with figures and scattered items. Caption reads "MICKEY, COME HERE!"—likely a domestic comic scene, though the specific reference is unclear without additional context.
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LIFE The Classics on Their Golden Thrones E YOU SURE HE LOVES YO “ABSOL . HE OBJECTS TO MY BATHING SUIT.” Restraint \ HY don’t you pick up that bill?” asked a traveler in Germany who saw a native drop 1,000 marks. “Ach!” replied the German. “Last week I stooped to pick up such a bill and lost a suspender button. And you can’t get a suspender button under 5,000 marks.” “MICKEY, COME HER FTEN aweary of the times, Wistful for perfect things that die, Saddened with wishing that begrimes The lovely face of life, I sigh, And many a consolation try, Fleeing the Present that disowns The laurelled Past, and dares decry The classics on their golden thrones. I seek old gardens, where soft chimes Fall from old belfries in the sky, And gaze on Sidney’s moon that climbs With sad steps for the lover’s eye, And dream of chivalries laid by In chancels dim with sculptured stones ; Then to a lamp-lit book go I— The classics on their golden thrones. Ah! then, shut in from modern rhymes, I reck not that the world’s awry, Yea! I forgive it all its crimes, Let it go hang as Haman high— Who cares if it be wet or dry!— With Shakespeare I forget my groans, And Homer gives my fears the lie— The classics on their golden thrones. Envoi Prince, when you would the blues defy, Flee “Progress” and her megaphones, There is a refuge ever nigh— The classics on their golden thrones. Richard Le Gallienne. comicbooks.com