Life, 1924-11-27 · page 23 of 37
Life — November 27, 1924 — page 23: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical pieces reflecting 1920s American anxieties: **"A Full Bowl"** mocks Prohibition's failure at Yale's football game, where 77,000 flasks allegedly entered the stadium. The absurd inventory (24,000 quarts of Scotch, 31,000 of rye) underscores how widespread bootlegging was despite the alcohol ban. **"The New York Idea of Thanksgiving"** satirizes Jewish immigrant culture through Yiddish-inflected English, depicting a delicatessen Thanksgiving with herring, salami, and bologna instead of traditional fare—gentle mockery of ethnic assimilation. **"Lines to the President"** depicts job-seekers pestering the President with patronage requests, reflecting corrupt political appointment practices of the era. The punchline about avoiding "revenue officer in Arkansas" likely references unpopular tax collection. **"Say It with Semaphores"** cartoon jokes about a motorist's dangerous driving near a railroad crossing, using flag semaphore signals—a period-appropriate visual gag about traffic safety.
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- LIFE - 21 Cast 6 GAs “GEE, MADGE! AIN'T PUBLICITY WONDERFUL? ONLY FOR THE PAPERS PUBLISHIN’ THESE INCOME TAXES 1 MIGHTA MARRIED THAT GUY AFTER HIM TELLIN’ ME HIS INCOME WAS A HUNDRED THOUSAND A YEAR.” A Full Bowl LL attendance records were broken at the Yale Bowl last Saturday when between the hour the gates were opened and game time 77,000 pocket flasks poured through the turnstiles. When the gates were closed at 2:10 Pp. «., at least 50,000 more flasks were clamoring to gei in. Officials estimate that the attendance represented 24,000 quarts of Scotch, 31,000 quarts of rye, The New York Idea of Thanksgiving HIS is the delicatessen. Look once on the beautiful herring, Rolled up and tied up so careful, and dunked in the spice- laden vinegar, Give only a look at the salads; Kartoffel, Covered with mayonnaise dressing, like old Mr. Whittier’s “Snowbound.” While up in the window suspended, as our ancestors, olay hasholem, Hung in their kitchens before us long strings of dried apples and onions, the shrimp and the tasty There hang the rows of salami, and Blutzeurst and juicy Bologny. And here is a great big roast turkey, just like on the magazine covers. Suppose we should buy off his bosom a couple nice slices of white meat And take them back home to the flat mit, and celebrate may- be Thanksgiving. R. Spillman. Lines to the President “LJOPING these few suggestions will not come amiss—” “Anything that you can do for Mr. Blank—” “Of the two consulates, would prefer the one at Buenos Aires—" “Consider mysclf fully qualified for any office you may—" “As Director of the Mint or any other little job—” “Pleased to accept preferment—" “Should you see fit to appoint me postmaster—” “Any position, in fact, except that of revenue officer in Arkansas—” OME day, somebody is going to write a joke about the motorist who does beat a locomotive to a grade crossing. 964 cases of gin, and a liberal proportion of miscellaneous alcoholic concoctions. If laid end to end, or neck to neck, as the case may be, the flasks would have gurgled the earth three times and wound up in William H. Anderson's cell at Sing Sing New Haven police, aided by the state constabulary, handled the heavy traffic efficiently. No serious casualties were reported, though it was rumored that fourteen flasks were smashed beyond repair and more than one hundred slightly damaged in a jam at No. 14 Exit. This rumor could not be con- firmed by college authorities or local officials at press time. TP. HE: Five yards to go, and a minute to play. Sur: How many feet is that a second? SAY IT WITH SEMAPHORES comicbooks.com