Life, 1924-07-17 · page 10 of 36
Life — July 17, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon**: Shows tourists at a roadside stop asking a Native American "Are ye tourists?" The motorist responds "No; detours." This satirizes the era's car culture and the then-common phenomenon of tourists becoming lost on newly-developed American roads, ending up on unintended detours. **Mrs. Pep's Diary**: A personal column entry dated July 10th recounting domestic life—visiting an astrologer, social anxieties about fashion, and marital concerns. Typical of 1920s women's humor columns satirizing middle-class domestic preoccupations. **Bottom Comic**: A doctor warns a patient against eating something, joking it may be poison. Standard medical humor about questionable food safety or suspicious cooking.
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Life Lines SPEECH is Bryan, and silence is Coolidge. aL A San Francisco physician says babies are learning to talk earlier than they used to. And in California we have a sketchy idea of what they are learning to say. aL An American engineer who has re turned from the interior of Brazil in order to find some one to talk to him probably will be ready to leave agai hy Election Day. LL assuring to know that our pres 1 timber was picked out by ex perienced log-rollers and sawers BE YE TOUKISTS? wood. Weary Motorist: No; petourists. a Escalators for fish have been built at (Ge) . > dams in the Columbia River. Which is ww. Lops Diary far better service than the average bucket shop offers. A letter from Lida Martin over two hundred. A_nitwit, too, if JL July onthe first post did give me ever I knew one. I do well recall her Only two and one-half per cent. of 10th the name and address of an statement that the most. impressive our farmers have electric-light service astrologer in Kingston, so I to my desk (Continued on page 27) More power to them, at once to send off the exact hour of my birth, which was four o'clock in the afternoon —just in time, as ay cocktayle,—utterly ignor- ing the stack of unan- swered letters which re- proached me silently for such nonsense. I dare- say naught will come of it save an injunction to guard against maladies of the throat in the autumn of 1926, but my weakness for soothsayers ents my passing one -The sempstress in and I did stand for hours having my white petticoats adjusted to this year’s skirt line, and I do think that women should ff pee Yi we ol ‘ SEE band together against r . the couturiers’ chang- ing it every season. tell me of Mrs. summer dresses,” and we grew very merry over the qualifying adjective, . ara “THIS TASTES PRETTY COOP, BUT 1 THINK I'LL HAVE IT ANALYZED.” Mrs. C. weighing well aa “FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T DO THAT—IT MAY BE POISON!” comicbooks.com