Life, 1924-01-17 · page 14 of 36
Life — January 17, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a satirical cartoon and the beginning of "Mrs. Pep's Diary," a humor column. The cartoon depicts people waiting in the rain outside what appears to be a theater or restaurant. The caption reads: "Say, bo, where can ya get a raincoat like that?" "You can't, see? I got dis in a restaurant, and it was de last one left." **The joke**: Someone has taken a raincoat from a restaurant (likely a coat-check or lost-and-found situation), and in the speaker's exaggerated street dialect, this stolen item has become so desirable that another person wants to know where to get one. The humor relies on the absurdist premise that a restaurant raincoat is somehow fashionable or valuable, and the casual acceptance of petty theft as normal behavior among working-class characters.
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AY, BO, WHERE CAN YA GET A RAINCOAT LIKE THAT?” “YOUSE CAN'T, SEE? I GOT DIS IN A REST'RANT, AND IT WAS DE LAST ONE LEFT.” Nes Reps Diary> Roused unduly early by the caterwat anuari J 10th Y a neighbor, and albeit there is a clause in our lease deali if aught could be done as the most indifferently with such a nuis. ut it in a court-room, fted barrister would have no trouble in proving that his client's voice was not a musickal instrument. But such mis 1 warblers move me more to sorrow than to wrath, for many of them are paying hes who should be jailed for getting it under false pretenses, and might become suc- cessful wage-carners in other fields were it not for such large sums « ney to vocal constant play upon their vanity. Lord! musick, methink is the one art in which anything save perfection is inte able, yet it has the greatest number of hopeless dev s Is or lift, I am at some pains to keep from addre her on in the kindliest mi dinner, the live and when I meet this neighbor in tt the subject ary spirit To the ope performance of Carmen that eve! saw in my life, the new sets and ballet being both gay and beautiful, but how Miss Florence Easton keeps on her feet so long after being knifed through the heart, I know not. Lay late, pondering how things which are seen January Nth and temporal have laid a greater hold on me than the unscen and eternal ones which were so highly commended to m my youth, and resolved to be- come more ascetic in my habits, even t as Wordsworth’s cloud. So up, a new tea robe, for if I am to st zh I wander lonely d to my sempstress for y home cultivating spiritu- and we did de- cide upon a soft blue velvet with medival lines and costly broidery. Be ality I shall require the wretch, upon my departure, did think to save a stamp by handing me my bill, and after reading it I felt somewhat faint and in no mood for the tea and toast (Continued on page 29) “ 4 comicbooks.com.!