Life, 1923-10-04 · page 9 of 44
Life — October 4, 1923 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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The top cartoon satirizes domestic life and marriage advice. A man in military uniform stands while a woman reclines dramatically, declaring "Well, I've got the best ideas about marriage of anybody I know." The joke mocks the pretentiousness of unsolicited marriage counsel—the woman's theatrical pose suggests her "best ideas" are overwrought and impractical. The accompanying article, "Our Weekly Western Letter" by Stoddard King, offers humorous anecdotes from the American West. References include Senator Borah (Nevada politician), bootleggers (Prohibition-era smugglers), and the Custer massacre—suggesting this is post-WWI content when such Western nostalgia and Prohibition were contemporary concerns. The lower photograph shows a domestic scene with caption about eye trouble and seeing an oculist, likely another marital comedy bit.
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“WELL, I'VE GOT THE BEST IDEAS ABOUT MARRIAGE OF ANYBODY I KNOW.” Our Weekly Western Letter (And Why Nof, with the Syndicated New York Letters as Popular as They Are?) early autumn days are full of bustle and ac- y along Lincoln Highway and other fashionable horoughfares. All the people who have been West are ving East, and those who have been East are going West. Chis inspires a profound thought which I am working on nd expect to have ready for next week's letter. I had luncheon with Senator Borah the other day. He id me a most amusing anecdote about the Governor of Nevada, but as it contains political dynamite I cannot epeat it here. Senator Borah, who is a marvelous host, ubbling with high spirits, related a quaint saying he 1eard while abroad, descriptive of the impoverished con- lition of the European lower class As nearly as the Senator could translate it, it was: “Yes, we have no ananas.” No doubt it will reach this country soon. It is always interesting to stroll through Glacier Park. This season, however, considerable annoyance has been caused by the careless conduct of picnic parties, who leave he glaciers littered with débris and scrawl their names on the sides of some of the prettiest mountains. A funny thing happened at Laramie, Wyoming, last stranger in town said he was a cowboy, and tory. It turned out that he told the truth, ind he was not traveling with a show, either. You might be interested to know that out here they lon’t call themselves bootleggers any more. They are iraveling- organizers of the League for Reclaiming the Arid Regions of the West. Even on those brightly lighted corners where gaiety reigns supreme, revelers paused to shed a silent tear when the death was announced the other day of the last sur- vivor of the Custer massacre. This was the first time he has died this year, and it is unlikely that he will equal the 1921 record of four rumored demises and two authenti- cated ones. On one of my jaunts through town I stopped to chat with a party of motor tourists. A lady in the party said she was glad she had come West, as she got so much fun out of those funny Western names, such as Walla Walla. The party was from Punxsutawney, Pa. Stoddard King. “IT HURTS TERRIBLY. I THINK IT’S MY EYE TOOTH.” “YOU OUGHT TO SEE AN OCULIST AT ONCE.” comicbooks.com