Life, 1924-01-17 · page 10 of 36
Life — January 17, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces: 1. **"The Used-Car Dealer Furnishes His New Home"** — An illustration showing a man in a sparse room with mismatched, low-quality furnishings. The satire targets the used-car dealer profession, implying they were considered disreputable or shifty characters who couldn't afford or didn't deserve nice things. 2. **"My Husband Says"** and **"Mid-winter Mendacities"** — Humorous essays about domestic life, gift-giving etiquette, and keeping houses too warm in winter. 3. **"New Arrival" cartoon** — A heavenly scene where a recently deceased person meets Saint Peter/the Keeper of the Gate. The joke concerns financial debts following death, with the spirit joking about going "down below" to find creditors. The overall tone reflects early-to-mid 20th century American domestic and social satire.
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THE USED-CAR DEALER FURNISHES HIS NEW HOME Mid-winter Mendacities “IT THINK most people keet warm. We have ours at sixty all the time and we are quite com fortable.” “L had to break the ice the lake, but I wouldn't miss it for anything. [had to omit it once last week and I felt lost all day without it.” “We are sleeping on the porch and so far we haven't felt their houses too for my morning plunge it the need for blankets.” “[ just love winter when it gets down around zero. It's so bracing.” “My d haven't had a cold in our r, you ought to move out to Sylvan Pride. We family for two years.” “1'LL GO DOWN BELOW, PLEASE Thuperthithiouth ‘OU know, I always lithp the worsth On Friday, the Thirteenth. I try until I almosth bursth Sut still | always lithe the worsth! And though each theparate day I'm cursth I know what thuperthithion meanth, Because I always lithp the worsth On Friday, the Thirteenth IP. C.. My Husband Says T! AT we must beware of the Greeks bearing gifts and sometimes when we give presents we are carrying coals to Newcastle I don’t know much about those things but I occasionally send gifts that people do not sem to care much for. I sent Mrs. Stout a stunni n extra-long handl the back and I thot But the next time I met her she said it was not one bit décolleté powder puff with Id reach ever so far down ht she would love it that we of good to stick pins in. And when Mrs. and said it was so fa verest called she admired our goldfish cinating to watch them flitting about So when she was taken sick I sent her a heavenly bowl as clear as crystal and as I didn't have time to get new fish I used ¢ One of them had fins and a tail like fairy chiffon and I just adored him When she had recovered sufficiently she called and saw the flowers in our bow! and said, quite fiendishly, I thought : “Oh? you wished your goldfish on me, did you?” When I sent the fish to her I enclosed my husband's card with mine dd he says I must never use his card again until I send a set piece or spray to her family L. Blanche Simpson AAN Ontario woman shot a wolf at two hundred and fifty yards. That is good shooting, even for these days. A wolf makes a smaller target than a husband and moves a good deal faster WHY, OF COURSE. 1 SEE ONE OF MY CREDITORS.” comicbooks.com