Life, 1925-01-01 · page 12 of 37
Life — January 1, 1925 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two separate humor pieces. The main illustration depicts a street scene where a young shop girl in modest dress (blue serge and black hat) pauses at a club window. The accompanying story reflects on how the world has changed — life now seems "crude" and lacking the beauty of yesterday. The cartoon below, captioned "The Pup: The Boss's Aim is Getting Worse and Worse," shows a small dog being chased or struck, appearing as office humor about workplace mishaps. The second column, "The Wise Men," discusses modern youth's confusion about understanding life and society, suggesting contemporary young people should read Life magazine's feature articles for guidance on navigating American society. The overall tone satirizes early 20th-century nostalgia and generational disconnect.
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“WELL, T DON'NO. T the window of the club, the young man gazed reilectively into People scurried by—some errands; the street shopping, whisked past in great automobiles, or strolled idly The scene of ever- varying activity, however, wholly failed to move the youthful onlooker in the some on others along. window, for he was buried deep in retrospect How different things were in the past! he reflected. And how differ- ently everything was done! Times had certainly altered, and gone were the charm and grace of yesterday Life had become crude, shoddy, superficial. That air of beauty that existed jas! more, once no nd he gazed unhappily out of the was, window. Suddenly his attention was arrested by a little girl who paused for an instant to tie her shoelace. A simple little shop girl. She was dressed in blue serge and wore a small black hat, and her hair was a wavy brown. LOOK AT ME, FR INSTANCE. At the Club Window What a pretty picture she made, he thought. Indeed, she seemed one of the loveliest creatures he had ever beheld, and he leaned forward in his chair to The little girl strolled street, and, as she window, glanced up shoulder. About her lips there played the flicker of get a better view up the the club hastily over her slowly passed rosebu a_smile. ae The Pup: THE poss’s AIM IS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE. SETER SING IN TH ‘OW, WOULD YE?” cnotr!” “I've been sitting here altogether too long,” murmured the young fellow to himself. “What I really need is a little air." Then he rose from his chair, picked up his hat, and sauntered over to the front door. Outside, he turned his footsteps up the strect. “A little air,” he repeated, with a nod. “That's just the thing I need. A little air.” Charles G. Shaw. The Wise Men CERTAIN modern youth was perplexed by the ramifications of life. He lamented to an older friend that to-day there are no wise men as of yore, to explain life, to aid one on one’s path. “Lad,” the other said, “I am happy to inform you that you are in error. Right here in America to-day we have men who understand life thor- oughly. Go this day and see for yourself. Read the prologues they have written for our feature mov- ing pictures.” H. H.R. comicbooks.com