Life, 1924-11-27 · page 14 of 37
Life — November 27, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate humorous pieces rather than political cartoons: 1. **"Singing Wires"**: A sketch-illustrated story about a woman calling her husband at his office, using the novelty of telephone technology for romantic banter. The humor plays on early 20th-century expectations about marital communication and workplace decorum. 2. **"Worthy of His Hire"**: A brief story about a plumber's first day, poking fun at labor relations and the plumber's casual attitude toward billing for time. 3. **"Why the Old Folks Swooned"**: A cartoon captioned "The Family" showing what appears to be a chaotic family gathering, with the joke being that parents are surprised their children brought their own food to Thanksgiving rather than eating the parents' meal. These are light domestic and social humor pieces rather than political satire.
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“When you say ‘Good-by,’ I could ery, dear, I could cry till my ‘heart breaks in two; it's hard to explain, for there's no sign of rain, but I'm feelin’ so lonely and blue. So if you want to cheer me up and fill my life's sweet cup, don’t say ‘Good-by’ whatever you do— say, ‘So long, honey !'—it sounds so sweet and sunny—and I'll say, ‘So long, honey !—Same to you!'” he rejoined, with a click of the receiver. Edmund J. Kiefer. Worthy of His Hire HE plumber worked and the helper tood helplessly looking on. He was learning the business, This was his first da “Say,” he inquired, “do you charge for my time?” “Certainly, boob,” came the reply “But I haven't done anything.” The plumber, to fill in the hour, had . . been looking long at the finished job Singing Wires with a lighted candle, Handing the LHE™ DINGER is a pal of hers and Tbe waiting in the Tobby for you, {60 ies of it ‘that were stil an: a writer of popular songs. She dear!" he promised. burned to the helper, he said, wither thought she'd like to go with him to the hit o'clock, then,” she shot back, ingly, “Here—if you gotta be so damned theatre the other night, so she called somewhat hurriedly. She was on a Conscientious—blow that out!” up in the afternoon at his office party line. A voice came softly, almost con- “You set the date, kid, and I won't be A Slim Cl fidentially, over the telephone wire: late, kid, when those wedding bells of Hn, Me “Cuddle up a little closer, can't you, ‘id, ring for two, sweetheart so \JISITOR: The country hereabouts dear?—It's just Bidwell 607 whisp'ring true,” he hastily assured her, is mostly level, isn’t it? here into your ear.” ght, then,” she said; “eight Farser: Well, there are a few “Is that you, Hum?" she asked fool- don't forget. Will you have the politicians we are suspicious of, but ish tickets? Well, good-by.” we ain't got no actual proof, “It’s nobud—ce, nobud—ce, nobudee a nohow but me,” he replied. “So speak oN up, baby, just like a little lady. sittin’ mee (KN pretty on her dear old mammy’s knee,” ie) “OH, MOTHER, THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A MOTH IN MY SHO! in Tennessce. “Er—this is Edna,” she substantiated rather self-consciously. “Have you anything on for to-nigh' may play around with others, as sisters do with brothers; but my time is yours and mother’s, when I'm through,” he volunteered cor fe “Very well, listen,” she interposed; “how about a show?—The newspapers without exception speak favorably of the new play at the Majestic.” He took her up on the spot: “Nothing could be finer than to go with you, old timer, there this eve—ve—ning! Noth- ing could be sweeter——" “Where shall I look for you?” she WHY THE OLD FOLKS SWOONED cut in quickly. The Family: Hooray, MOTHER AND FATHER, HERE WE ARE FOR THANKSGIVING. “When it's night-time at the Majestic, AND WE'VE BROUGHT OUR OWN FooD! comicbooks.com