Life, 1924-12-18 · page 30 of 37
Life — December 18, 1924 — page 30: what you’re looking at
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This page combines humorous content with advertising. The main cartoons and pieces satirize: **"A Scot's Farewell to a Golf Ball"**: A Scottish poem lamenting a worn-out golf ball, using dialect humor to mock golf's expense as a hobby ("I needs must buy anither ba' / An' pay a precious shil for it"). **"Two Down"**: A joke about ethnic stereotypes—a New York Jewish garment-industry man ("Cohen") plays golf against a Scottish native ("MacPherson"). The punchline plays on the "dishonest Scotsman" stereotype: Cohen claims MacPherson shot 78 and won money, implying the Scot cheated and lied about his score. **"An Echo of the Election"**: A political cartoon joke referencing a recent election, though the specific context is unclear without dating the issue. The page is primarily **advertising** for Virginia Hot Springs resort, Reedsdale cigarettes, and Williams Shaving Cream, interspersed with these satirical pieces targeting working-class leisure activities and ethnic humor typical of 1920s-era Life magazine.
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Splendid Virginia bred mounts to ride on—count- less lovely trails to ride over —you indulge both your love of sport and your love of beauty when you ride at Virginia Hot Springs. The HOMESTEAD Christian S. Andersen, Resident Mgr. Hot Springs Virginia Special Winter Rates on Request A Scot's Farewell to a Golf Ball Gude bye, auld ba’! For mony a year I've sent ye whirlin’ yon or hither. puir, wee friend, I sairly fear ‘ll nae mair play at gowf thegither. Ye willna last the summer through, As I ha’ earnestly been hopin’, For ye are bidin’ here the noo All bruk wide open. I swung at ye wi’ might an’ main, I thocht to send ye fairly flyin’, An’ didna see the ledge o” stane Beneath the sand whaur ye were lyin’. I was o’erhasty, for I meant To stand a wee bit closer to ye, But, pressin’ ower much, I sent My niblick through ye. Ye bore full mony a dent an’ scar An’ cut an’ mashie mark about ye, Bye, mon! ye'd travel fast an’ far Whenever I would brawly clout ye. Full oft’s the time ye've hid yersel Among the gorse an’ broom around ye, But I ha’ hunted lang an’ well, An’ always found ye. A bonny time for gowf, the fa’; But noo—an’ sairly I deplore it— I needs must buy anither ba’ An’ pay a precious shil for it. The game is my ane lane delight, But it grows costly past a’ reason. Puir, broken ba’! I hoped ye might Last oot the season, —James J. Montague, in New York Herald Tribune. (oye) CONT MFO LISH ARIES Two — A New York cloak-and-suiter by the name of Cohen recently visited Scot- land. There he met a native by the name of MacPherson. Their conversa- tion turned to golf and the upshot of it was that they considered the possibility of playing a match. “I'm a dub at gol cloak-and-suiter. “I than a 115 oF 120. “I'm worse,” said MacPherson. “I don't get around under 120 of 125.” However, they decided to play for a dollar a hole. On his return to Seventh Avenue and his friends in the garment centre, Mr. Cohen related his experiences in Scot- land. He wound up by saying: “That lying Scotchman went around in 78, and won two dollars from me.” —New York Evening World. protested the don’t play better A Special Occasion Hostess: I've got a new maid com- ing to see me to-morrow. Carter: How delightful! What are you going to wear?—Boston Transcript. Glass of Soda with tablespoontul Abbott's Ditters. good tonle and palatable, Sample Bitters by malt, 2 Etarin stamps, €: W. Abbott € Co., Baltimore, sd. An Echo of the Election Soar-Box Orator: Fellow men! On the ‘orizon I see the dawn of a new error.—Punch, Every boy on the team is a Red Grange to his maiden aunt. —Ohio State Journal. It can't get lost This is the new Hinge-Cap on Williams Shaving Cream PANO HH OAIQ DA ere, PROM FOR HF-SRO oF To the Minute A traveling Charlestonian paused one night at a small up-State town, one o' those places where trains don’t really stop—they merely hesitate. Its lone hotel opposite the railway station, was kept b. an aged darky, who was proprietor, clerk cook, waiter, bellhop and everything. “Call me for the three-fifteen train,” ordered the guest, retiring early—to sleep soundly until awakened by a loud ha mering on his door. “Hey, boss,” came a voice outside. “didn’t yuh-all left a call foh de three- fifteen train?” ure,” gasped the roomer sleepily. “Well, suh,” was the response, “she’s at de stashun now.” Charleston News and Courier. Letting Reedsdale Smokers Tell It om CHICAGO, Itu.: “Eureka! I have found it, the finest, purest and most relishing cigarette in the world. I enjoy the distinction of having smoked of the world’s different brands, and must admit that I stopped short when I tried a Reedsdale.’ From Cotumsus, Onlo: “A short time ago a friend of mine offered me a cigarette—it was a Reedsdale. I can readily say it was the best cigarette I have ever smoked.” (Original letters in our file) Reedsdale Cigarettes are 20c for twenty! They are put upin a new and specially designed pack- age that keeps them fresh, unbroken and un- 5 crushed to the last one. If not at your dealer’ @ carton of & pack- ages(100 agaretton) sent for a dollar. 8s mo ke ° Be cage. If not iatsfed return Reed Tobacco Co., 129 So. 21st St., Richmond, Va. Woodcraft When any two objects that look like deer meet each other in the North woods, it is of the greatest importance to each of them to shoot first. —Detroit News. Tounist (in Poris): Garsong!! Bring me some “doo sal,” you know, salt to eat, “salle & manger.” —Winter's Pie (London). “NOT AT ALL. THAT'S A CHAUYYEURS.” —Le Monde Iilustré (Peris). comicbooks.com