Life, 1924-07-10 · page 8 of 36
Life — July 10, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Her Crowning Glory"** (top): A comic dialogue about a woman getting a bob haircut—a controversial 1920s trend. Friends worry she'll regret it; a barber defends the style. The satire mocks both the heated debate over women's short hair (seen as scandalous) and women's anxieties about appearance. The "crowning glory" phrase ironically refers to hair women were literally cutting off. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a car with a puncture. The caption explains a man used the car's puncture-mirror to check for flats, saving himself from climbing out—absurd logic played for humor about automotive paranoia. Both pieces are lightweight social comedy typical of Life's satirical approach to modern manners and fads of the era.
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LIFE - Her Crowning Glory A Barber's Nightmare 'HE Girt: Do you bob hair here? Tue Barer: Shoo'—we got French cut an’ Dutch cut, boyish an’ pineapple... Tue Booterack (who fancies himself a tenor): But yes! We got no— (He is promptly thrown through the ) texp: Think what you are doing, Gladys. Your g glory! Girt: Oh! Oh! Oh! But I'm going through with it. (To the barber.) Or would you advise me not to? Tue Barser: No advise. Get in or get out. (She gets in.) Tue Girt: What would suit my face best? A Man: A Benda mask. ANOTHER MAN: Try a hot towel. Stitt ANotikk Man: And I'll drop the ether on it. Tue Friexn: Oh! Oh! Oh! Your crowning glory! (The girl gets out of the chair.) Axotuer Friexo: Don't be silly, Gladys, you've been thinking of this for two months. (She gets back in.) Tue First Frienp: Mark my words, Gladys, you'll be sorry. (She gets out.) he LS if 1 Fool! (She gets in.) Og ets out. The men get out.) Efficiency Expert's Wife: 1 you INstst ON DOING Tue Orner: 1 (She gets in.) THOSE FOOL EXERCISES, HENRY, YOU MIGHT AT LEAST GO Tue First: Fool! (She gets out.) OUT ON THE LAWN AND FLATTEN THE MOLEHILLS! Tue Barner: Hey! Stoppa da monkey beezneez. You maka me diz’, (The girl gets back in. The barber finds ce copies of Vogue. While the girls are deeply im- ‘d he does the dirty work.) Ha! So! How you like-a Tue Girt (secing what has happened, she bursts into tears): Oh! Oh! Oh! My crowning glory! Tue Frrexp: Oh! Oh! Oh! Your crowning glory! Tue Orner Frienp: Your crowning glory! Oh! Oh! Oh! But you'll get used to it! Tue Girt: You nasty brute. I sha’n't pay you a cent. You've ruined my hair. And I never told you to bob it anyway! (She is led weeping from the shop.) Tue Barner: PORCO DI MILLEBOMBE! (He takes a stiff drink of hair-tonic and sinks exhausted into the chair, Feminine voices are heard.) A Cnorus or Feminine Voices: Do you bob hair here? We all want our hair bobbed. (The senior class of a yiris’ school enter the shop.) Tue Barser: Corpo di bacco! Datsa stoo much! (With a wild shrick of dismay, he climbs into the hot towel ma- chine and carefully closes the opening after him.) [Tue Curtais Fats] Henry William Hanemann. Chatterbox “COOLIDGE plays golf, doesn't he? What does he go round in?” “Oh, about ten syllables.” HE GOT THE IDEA AT THE DENTIST'S THE PUNCTURE-MIRROR SAVES HIM FROM CLIMBING OUT OF “THERE is no water in a permanent wave, nor in watered THE CAR WHEN ANY ONE THINKS THERE IS A PUNCTURE. stock; but both of them have sunk many a man. comicbooks.com