Life, 1924-11-13 · page 19 of 42
Life — November 13, 1924 — page 19: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine (dated December 1924) features a title-contest cartoon and several short humorous pieces typical of the era's satirical magazine format. **Main Cartoon ("This Picture Has No Title"):** Shows a group of well-dressed people in social settings. *Life* is running a $1,000 prize contest asking readers to suggest titles, with first prize at $500. The cartoon's satire isn't immediately clear from the image alone, but the format—inviting public naming—suggests it comments on contemporary social behavior or fashions. **Supporting Humor:** - "Inspiration" poem mocks those who claim morning energizes them for work - "The Suggestion" jokes about a husband distracted by marital obligation while hearing a lecture - "The Skin Game" catalogs various animal skins used in modern life (fur coats, footballs, diplomas), satirizing both consumerism and hypocrisy - "End of the Season" offers a brief Depression-era joke about seasonal business closing The page exemplifies *Life's* format: combining satirical poetry, cartoons, and brief comedic observations on everyday middle-class American life and social pretension.
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Inspiration 'HO has not felt the urge to rise When dawn bursts red upon the hill, To seize new vigor from the skies And lift the burden with a will; Or, picking up the heavy task Where yestereve it weary stopped, To find that dullness, like a mask, Had fallen off when darkness dropped? Who has not felt a sluggard when The morning sun has risen first, Or has not sought the task again With muscles new, for work athirst? Who has not felt the morning air Renew his pride in work well done, Or thought the early tasks more fair? Well, I have not, for one. G. Edward Pendray. The Suggestion “THE Mapabecli,” continued the famous ‘lecturer, “are a domestic race, highly practical, and devoid of all sense of humor.” “That reminds me,” reflected a bald- headed man in the ninth row. “I must telephone my wife.” ANTHROPOLOGISTS say mod- esty is not a natural attribute and came in with clothes. It seems to have gone out with them, too. LL the world’s a stage and each man in his time tries to play the saxophone. THE BEGINNING OF THE END This Picture Has No Title $1,000.00 in Prizes to the Winners of this Title Contest For the best titles to this cartoon, Lire will award prizes as follows: First Prize......... $500 Turrp Prize........ $150 SECOND PRIZE....... $300 Fourtu Priz $50 CONDITIONS Y “best” is understood that title which most cleverly and briefly de- scribes the picture reproduced above. The Contest is now open and open to everybody, whether subscribers for Lire or not, and will close at this office at noon on Saturday, Dec. 20, 1924. Titles will be judged by three mem- bers of Lire’s Editorial Staff, and their decision will be final. Titles may be original, or may be a quotation from some well-known au- thor, and should not exceed twenty words cach, Contestants may send in more than one title, but not more than ten in one envelope. Should two or more persons submit the title selected as best, second best, etc, each will be awarded the full amount of the prize tied for. The final award will be announced as early as possible after the close of the Contest (allowing for completion of the final reading). Checks will be sent simultaneously with the announcement of the award. The members of Lire’s Staff, of course, are not permitted to compete. All titles should be addressed to Lire’s Picture Title Contest, 598 Madison Avenue, New York, N. Y. Envelopes should contain nothing but the compet- ing titles, typewritten or very plainly written, using one side of paper only, with the name and address of the sender on each sheet. The Skin Game I" is the day of the big game. In the stand a fair damsel nestles into her Hudson Sealskin coat of muskrat fur, and adjusts her complexion with a scrap of chamois skin which once covered a young goat. Her hero jogs onto the field in his brown canvas mole- skins and receives the pigskin of sheep's hide from a student manager clad in oilskin of paraffined linen. This is his last chance to star on the gridiron, for next June he will get his sheepskin, nicely printed on the best bond. But, alas, it is not to be, for the whistle blows and he takes a place on the bench, He is only a substitute himself. R. LG. End of the Season “THE dog days are over,” said the proprietor, as he stood on the high- way nailing shut his Hot Frank- furter stand.