Life, 1924-11-27 · page 6 of 37
Life — November 27, 1924 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces from *Life* magazine: 1. **"What Price Glory?"** - A dialogue joke about a mother criticizing her son's language ("playing marines"), suggesting theatrical/military pretense among the young. 2. **"These Americans: The Bostonian"** - A brief profile mocking an educated Bostonian who knows literature and history but holds provincial views (thinking Albany is in the "Great Northwest"). 3. **"Fables for Farmers"** and **"Very Probable"** - Short anecdotes satirizing farmers and businessmen (Hewitt and Jewett discussing college graduate earning capacity). 4. **Bottom cartoon** - Italian immigrant "Giovanni" attempting to say farewell ("Please-a, Maestaire Conductaire!") to a train conductor, depicting the comedic accent and cultural unfamiliarity typical of early 20th-century immigrant humor. The page employs stereotypes about regional Americans, immigrants, and class differences as humor.
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» LIFE * WHAT PRICE GLORY? Bobbie: “1**! DI * Hi xxx xx!! Mother: wuy, pospie! suc LANGUAGE! IT’S ALL RIGHT, MOTHER, I'M PLAYING MARINES, Very Probable EWITT: 1 sce that a college graduate’s carning capacity is figured at $72,000. Jewett: I'll bet that most of them would take half off for cash, Bobbie Giovanni (too late for farewells): These Americans The Bostonian E knows beans. He knows how to read and write. He gets a thrill out of the Transcript. He knows the value, cultural and commercial, of history. He thinks allusions to the sacredness of the cod are jokes, He thinks Albany is in the Great Northwest. McC. H. Fables for Farmers THE Squirrels, having toiled faithfully all autumn storing up nuts, retired to their homes confident of abundant food for the winter. They were disagreeably surprised by a isit from a delegation from the Bluejays’ Protective League, who demanded that one-half of all the accumulated nuts be turned over to them. and then some,” indignantly cha d the squirrels. “We gathered these nuts, and won't ¢ them up to no thieving hobo jays.” “Mebbe you did pick ‘em,” screamed the boss jay, “but you got ‘em in our woods, and carried ‘em home over our paths. Besides, those trees you're living in belong to us, and you've got to pay rent. If you promise to be more industrious and thrifty next year we'll lend you some of the nuts we don't need, so’s you can get through the winter.” W. G. ONES: But I thought Jinks was down and out Situ: Not quite. He's running one of those success magazines. PLEASE-A, MEESTAIRE CONDUCTAIRE! KEES-A MY SEESTER GOOD-A-BY FOR ME! 4 comicbooks.com