Life, 1924-10-09 · page 22 of 36
Life — October 9, 1924 — page 22: what you’re looking at
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**Main Cartoon ("Oh, Boy—I've Got Scotland!"):** A figure lies in bed exclaiming he's "got Scotland," likely referencing a recent political event or territorial claim. Without the publication date visible, the specific reference is unclear, but the comedic setup suggests a dream or delusion about acquiring Scotland—possibly satirizing British imperial ambitions or a contemporary political dispute. **"Enter the King" Poem:** This satirizes a pompous ruler who arrives with pageantry and ceremony despite being intellectually empty ("smug in his body without a brain"). The "deaf-mute monarch" suggests someone who rules through appearance rather than substance, surrounded by yes-men named after food items (Tabasco, Paprika, Radish). It's likely mocking a contemporary political figure, possibly relating to early 20th-century European royalty or a specific leader's pretentiousness. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"** and **"Pipe and Sap-Bucket" Fable:** Light domestic and social humor typical of Life magazine's satirical content. The page reflects Life's tradition of political satire through literary and visual means.
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“OH, BOY—I'VE GOT SCOTLAND!” Nes Reps Diary October All the morning gone in discharging my in- Ith debtedness to tradespeople, a dreary business, and then, by a sudden inspiration which must have been the fruit of much activity in my subconscious, to my hairdresser to have my hair cut off. Nor did they all cry out, How now, Mrs. Pep! as I expected, but received my order with composure, even keeping me waiting five minutes, during which I ned some idea of what those in the death house must experience. Then Gime!acyoung nan ‘wiki avgreat (pair PIPE of shears, who did go about severing my tresses with a calm ferocity which caused me to bid him halt, but a glance in the mirror assured me it was too late. When he had done, Miss Marie gave me a fine wave, after which I looked better, but not too different, having always coiffed my hair cleverly according to the fashion, and I do pray that Sam will not discover what I have done until sufficient time has elapsed to render his protests unreasonable. Octobe Lay late, dozing at inter 8th = mone of which I did h: a dream of a great plat- ter of popcorn’s following the roast at (Continued on page 30) Enter the King OT to the beat of drums He comes: No regal bugles blow To usher in his show Of swollen pomp and circumstance : Yet silent though his splendor, — No king of France Could bid to dance— No Sheban queen command attend her— Such a rout of pages, knights, Epicurean satellites. No Oriental prince in state Could think to rival his appointments,— Bid barbers pour upon his pate So many precious ointments. He comes— He comes— With oodles of tacit pageant guff, The deaf-mute monarch struts his stuff. Surrounded by his voiceless vass: He wins, as king, the ermine tassels. He comes, Tum-tum!— Smug in his body without a brain, Snug in the heart of his circling train (Tabasco, Paprika, the Radish of Horse, Sauce of the Cocktail, and Crackers, of course!) He comes— Dum—dum— With visible gusto, but nothing of boister— Enter, Center, HH, M.—Oyster! Cyril B. Egan, Fable NCE upon a time there was a chop sucy restaurant on the ground floor, ND SAP-BUCKET teryouny QUALIFICATIONS FOR OFFICE comicbooks.com