Life, 1924-07-31 · page 4 of 36
Life — July 31, 1924 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three humorous pieces: **"The Incompleat Angler"** presents a poem by Baron Ireland about fishing's peaceful pleasures, contrasting with **the cartoon above** showing a disheveled fisherman asking for fly paper—a joke about insects ruining outdoor relaxation. **"Just Folks"** by W.L. Werner offers brief satirical observations about baseball culture: the small-town obsession with the game, vendors' aggressive tactics, and specific character types (an umpire-hating girl, an aggressive fan). It references Willy Duncan using third base humor from 1910, suggesting this is early 20th-century content poking fun at baseball's social importance. **"The Honest Golfer"** is a two-line joke playing on the assumption that golfers cheat—implying fair play is so unusual it warrants surveillance.
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- LIFE - “WEY, MAL CAN I MAVE THIS FLY PAPER? TROUT FISHIN’.” Just Folks Whom It’s Unlucky to Take to a Baseball Game HE girl who comes just to be sociable. The small town folks who keep wondering whether Outfielder Duncan can be the same Willy Duncan that used to play third base on the home team back in 1910. The girl who, during an important play, calls attention to the accurate throwing of the peanut vendors. The man who once took a shower r bath with Ty Cobb and never forgot it. The girl who is sorry for all the small batters who have to face that big brute of a pitcher. The untiring Mr. Babbitt who tries to count the crowd and estimate the profits. The girl who is terribly afraid that the umpire will get hit. The aggressive individual who is ach- ing to see the umpire get hit. W. L. Werner. The Honest Golfer ED: He pla doesn’t he? Tep: Yes, if you watch him. YM GOIN’ a fair golf game, The Incompleat Angler ONES blew into the club last night—he’s off on a fishing trip. He argued with me for half an hour to pack my duds an: skip. “The trout are running in shoals,” he said, “you can fairly hear them swish! Come, beat it away for the woods with me where there nothing to do but fish!” The words brought back in a vivid flash the scenes of a year ago, When I whipped a line for hours on end in the river's brawling flow. I seemed to hear the insects’ buzz adrone on the summer air, And the gurgling purl of the foaming stream as I lured th. trout from his lair. I felt the peace of the pensive trees that brooded above the pool, And the gentle breathing of earth asleep and the plashing of waters cool— - I heard and saw and felt it all—and that is why, by jinks, Friend Jones is off to the woods alone, while I for the links. am bound Baron Ireland. Lire’s Science Department (By Radiogram, From Lire’s Anthropological Expedition Now in the Wilds of Gazookiland ) 'HE interior of Gazookiland is inhabited by three hitherto undiscovered races, all strange and remarkable, possessing characteristics found in no other peoples cither ancient or modern. In the valleys we found the Farenhites, worshipers of Mercury, a most extraordinary people who suffer from the heat, not the humidity. Farther up, in the plateau region, exist the’ No-nos, who when they fail to see the point of a joke candidly admit that they have no sense of humor. And in the mountains we found the Dum-dums, who believe that their winters to-day are just as severe as those of twenty years ago and that last summer was just as hot as this one. Bertram Bloch. OD or Mrs. Fish: OW, EUSTACE, BE KIND! BE KIND TO OUR HERRING DAUGHTER! comicbooks.com