Life, 1923-08-30 · page 25 of 36
Life — August 30, 1923 — page 25: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes the "boating obsession" of an affluent suburban man. The narrative follows a wealthy enthusiast who buys increasingly expensive sailboats (Simoon III, then IV), mortgaging his house in the process. His obsession escalates until his wife abandons him, leaving a note demanding he return from Des Moines. The humor culminates in the lower illustration labeled "Five Minutes' Walk from the Station"—the man ceremonially tosses his final boat onto a bonfire in his garden, suggesting financial ruin and the symbolic destruction of his frivolous passion. The top cartoon shows a hostess asking a young woman (Dorothy) if she's enjoying her first party—a lighter social joke about party etiquette. The satire critiques nouveau-riche materialism and status-seeking through expensive hobbies, common themes in early 20th-century American humor about suburban middle-class pretension and financial excess.
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Hostes. Dorothy: 1 THINK SO, BUT THIS IS MY FIRST PARTY. secured the Lazy Mabel, a somewhat worn cat-boat which he renamed Si- moon III. That gave a pleasant back- ground of ownership. \t first he sailed her cautiously around the harbor on fair days, but eventually he got sufficient mastery over her to tack out into the open nd. rom then on his decline was rapid oon IIL came to be an abhorred \ real craft with some speed in her and a galley and sleeping quar- thirty-footer at least—per- haps a Swede captain . . ters—a \ third mortgage on the house was negotiated and Simoon IV came into his possession. Late in September his wife went to visit her mother in Des Moines and refused to return. The garden was a tangle of we In October the Viking spirit was sinking fast. On the 25th it passed peacefully away, and two hours after the dissolution had occurred iger boy dashed up the steps of a ‘ain house in Des Moines. mes- ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD TIME? moon IV gone. Retired—come back at once,” the message ran. eee It was twilight in Blahfield of a warm October day. The air was filled with the scent of burning leaves. On hand the honest suburbanite was busy with rake and barrow. From the Cooley cottage two figures a man and a woman. every The man was carrying something in his hand. Slow]. s though ¢ rite were being performed, they made their way to the bonfire burning in the far end of the garden. Then, with a gesture in which one” skilled in such things could have dis arable relief, the man tossed his votive offering on the pyre cerned imme FIVE MINUTES’ WALK FROM THE STATION, comicbooks.com