Life, 1924-10-23 · page 5 of 36
Life — October 23, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page depicts early 20th-century American college football excitement. The dialogue captures enthusiastic fans discussing an upcoming game, mentioning players like "Ned Robinson" and "Jim Lefferts," and referencing a famous goal kicked by "Dutch Delatonr" from midfield. The illustration shows two women—one writing or reading, one standing—in a domestic interior, suggesting how thoroughly football dominated public conversation, even among those not directly participating. The accompanying poem "Heat" appears unrelated to the football content, focusing on romantic imagery ("ice in my lady's eye"). The lower caption reveals the cultural mobility of the era: families divided time between Florida winters and Maine summers, with Minneapolis as their home base—reflecting wealthy Americans' seasonal migration patterns.
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