Life, 1924-10-23 · page 24 of 36
Life — October 23, 1924 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces from Life magazine's humor section: **"When a Man's a Man"** (by W.L. Werner) contrasts what men forget versus remember—wives' birthdays and civic duties versus sports statistics (Babe Ruth's home runs) and nostalgic trivia. It satirizes male priorities and selective memory. **"That's That"** mocks editorial pretension by citing Patrick Henry's famous "Give me liberty or give me death" quote about uncensored press, then correcting the attribution. It's gentle satire of editorial self-importance. **"Not the Type"** shows a golfer reading golf scores aloud as "calling signals" to a child playing telephone operator. The sister's reply—"I don't know any good wrong numbers"—jokes that wrong numbers are inherently bad, missing the father's joke entirely. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"** entries humorously chronicle mundane life observations (a dentist recommending apples over toothbrushes). The bottom cartoon depicts someone caught in a thunderstorm carrying lightning rods, humorously illustrating poor judgment.
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When a Man’s a Man He forgets: THE letter he was supposed to mail The size of his shirts The date of his wife's birthday The name of his Congressman The size of his income The pledge for a charity contribution And the purchase of a clean collar for Sunday. Because he’s busy remembering: The number of Babe Ruth’s home runs The night he drew to a flush The big fish he practically caught The clever retort he just missed making The popular songs he used to sing And the price of things twenty years ago. W.L. Werner. That’s That “ ‘Give me liberty or give me death,’ was the slogan of a famous American.”"—From an anti- censorship editorial by Bernarr Macfadden. For those true believers in the uncensored press, we hasten to add that the patriot here referred to was Patrick Henry. Not the Type 18-Handicap: ALL RIGHT, NOW READ MINE, SMALL BOY: Let's play telephone, and you be the “7-66—8-9-7" operator. ; “‘Not-0° BUN YOU'RE’ NOt. CALLING SIGNALS His Stster: But I don’t know any good wrong numbers. IN A FOOTBALL GAME,” Lay late, reading the publick prints and striv- October 5 ‘ 2 special aps 2nd ing to make something: of the editorials in- spired by the approaching election, but Lord! in such matters I am indeed as one who sees through a glass darkly, and I have emerged from this latest excursion into national welfare with the conviction that what this country really needs is a new hors d’ceuvre paste. I should know by this time that I can never become interested in any sort of “conditions,” so hereafter I shall direct my attentions to the pleasant and beautiful side of life. I do set down again that my one concern for our government is that it lacks a department of wxsthetics in the President's cabinet. The establishment of one would do more to miti- gate the asperities of our existence than any political plat- form actually carried out. It would probably, for instance, make it a statutory offense for persons living on a court to play the piano unless they had gone through the Damrosch School or its equivalent, and it might even prevent pub- lishers from foisting banal fiction upon a helpless. public. October Off early to a Dr. Welsh who specializes in 2Brd the cleansing of teeth, and when I did ask him what dentifrice he approved, he quoth, The apple. Moreover, he stoutly arraigned the use of “DANG IT! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER'N TO a toothbrush, so possibly the protests of little children in CARRY THE LIGHTNIN’ RODS HOME THROUGH A (Continued on page 29) THUNDER STORM.” comicbooks.com