Life, 1924-11-13 · page 12 of 42
Life — November 13, 1924 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Main Cartoon ("What Price Glory?"):** Shows two men in what appears to be a theatrical or office setting. The sketch style and caption suggest this illustrates a scene from a play or dramatic work, though the specific reference is unclear from the image alone. **"The Winning Play" Article:** A satirical piece about a character named Lee experiencing an existential crisis during a football game. The narrator mocks Lee's internal struggle—his anxiety about life's meaning contrasts absurdly with the trivial reality of the sporting event. The satire targets overwrought sentimentality and the gap between dramatic self-perception and actual circumstances. **Right Column:** Contains brief commentary on various magazines' contents, followed by a small illustration labeled "The Coldest Living Graduate."
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“WHAT PRICE GLORY?” The Winning Play (As Reported by One of Our Authors of the School of Dismalism) IFE seemed futile indeed to Harold Scrabble as he stood on his own ten-yard line hopelessly awaiting what the future might bring forth. What was the use of it all? he asked him- self, After that game there would be other games—games played against a drab sky by drab-faced, drab-clad men like himself. Yet how unlike himself! And to what end? But he must go on. Driven. ..driven.... Subconsciously he saw the ball float into his arms. They expected him to run with it. To run! His lip curled. Yes, he must run. He ran, feet plodding up and down, while his mind groped with the utter inutility of everything. Somewhere in the stands sat Mildred, of whom he had once thought as his soul partner, Ah, bitter revelation! His soul partner! Her soul, her shriveled Main Street soul, aflame over football and the “honor of dear old Yarvard.” Pah! What did she know—she—of the only delight left in a gray world, the knowl- edge that nothing counted? Pah! Pah! Hands sought to clutch him, and mechanically he avoided them, while still his numbed brain sought the mean- ing of it all. Was this, then, what life was to be? The pounding of feet, the brutish contact with small minds igno- rant of psychoanalytical phenomena, the soul-torturing process of being driven past white line after white line? Would it not be better to give himself up— to surrender to the forces that pro- pelled him, and yet dragged him down? Gradually, through his fogged con- sciousness, came the realization that he had sunk to the ground, and that be- hind him loomed dank, white, cross- barred posts, emblematic of victory. “Victory!” So they called this “Vic- tory!” Pah! Pah! Pah! Dimly, as from afar, a chorus of pucrile voices battered itself against his eardrums. They were chanting: “Ya-a-arvard! Ya-a-arvard! Ya-a- arvard! Rah, rah, rah! Scrabble!” What did that matter? What did anything matter? Dully, he went out to the ten-yard line and kicked the goal. Tip Bliss. Double-Crossed RUE: The latest from Paris is that wigs are coming in. Dororny: Can you beat it? Now they'll be selling us back the hair we had bobbed. Magazine Impressions of Women HE LADIES HOME JOURNAL: Sensible beauty gloriously, Maternity. Sweet dreams and’ a pretty love. Puritanism and a_ politi cal future. Shapeliness rampant. The Saturday Bvening Post: Young life and a gorgeous shimmering. A heart-to-heart- confidential helpfully. Knee- deep in the brook, But her father's daughter and John's in Yards of back in black Love. Elegance spiration. Distance. Smoke Vanity Pair: naughty Naughty, An impishness and a Nothing to do but wear clothes at men. compromise Tmmensity of shape and a mad dance, Her past, her past The Cosmopolitan: ready for a kiss. Paint A white neck Men's ideal, men's fool; men's cause, men’s plaything. Riches. A hard life in the desert with the sheiks. Knickers. Harper's: Motherhood in a young girl. Diffidence and a bal masque. Cold steel and a haughtiness queenly. Mi- lady at the cupboard. Safe and sane. The American Magazine: Her father's darling expectantly. The ste- nographer capable with curls. Taffy... taffy....Ready for the camera, pawing baby clothes, steaming dishes, the card party and her evening gown. Success! Beautiful Womanhood: Skin. Edmund J. Kiefer. THE COLDEST LIVING GRADUATE comicbooks.com