Life, 1925-01-08 · page 14 of 37
Life — January 8, 1925 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon ("Replacement"):** A salesman tries to sell mudguards to a customer who bought a car from him recently. The customer complains the car needs replacement parts constantly. This satirizes early automobiles' notorious unreliability—a common complaint in the 1910s-1920s when cars required frequent repairs and replacements. The joke mocks both the shoddy manufacturing and salesmen's attempts to profit from defective vehicles. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary":** A humorous domestic column describing marital frustrations—the husband's drinking, her housekeeping struggles, and their financial difficulties. **"No Claim Allowable":** A brief joke about insurance denying a claim for windshield damage. **Bottom Cartoon:** Satirizes one-way traffic streets becoming so congested they eventually clog themselves—a commentary on urban traffic problems and infrastructure failures.
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REPLACEMENT Customer: YOU MAY REMEMBER THAT Salesman: on, “WELL, I WANT TO GET ANOTHER TO CO WITIL THESE MUDGUARDS.” YOU SOLD ME A CAR RECED YES. My husband, poor wretch, January was at the outset of this Ist day in an agony and de- pression of which anybody observing his antics at the Bannings’ party last night would never believe him capable, so all the morning gone in applying cold bandages to his head, and wonder- ing how long he would hold out on his New Year's resolution to forego strong liquor, and it was noon before he finally demanded a beaker of whisky. The hair of the dog that bit me is the quickest remedy, he remarked with a feeble smile. Bit you! I retorted wiih wifely candour, That dog well-nigh de- voured you. But he did assemble him- self after several draughts, and so to Marge Boothby's, where was a great company, and I did mark that Marge was without carrings for the first time in her life. The omission was delib- erate, she explained, forasmuch as the baubles no longer cling firmly to her lobes but constantly slip down to the edge, and she is unwilling the world should possess so certain an index of her age, At the dinner I did sit next a man with a malady which kept him from cating the fine dishes set before us, But Lord! I cannot find sympathy (Continued on page 29) Parthian Shots N the old days woman had the las: word. Nowadays the flivvers havc it A ntist, after examining the spare tires of 6,784,324 flivvers, re ported that 6,678,222 carried signs t this effect: “Dante's Inferno,” “The First Musketeer.” “The Tin You Love to Touch.” “Where Papa Goes, Mama Goes, or Lizzie Stays at Home.” “There's Nothing More to Be Said.” “Sister, You'd Look Tough With out Paint, Too.” “I'm Not as Innocent as I Look.” “IT Also Ran.” “I Got a Dog; I Got a Cat; and One More Payment Due on This.” “I Ain't Goin’ to Run No More.” Four Wheels; Four Brakes; Forty- nt More Payments Du: Roam, Rome, or Ruin!" “God Save the Road.’ jot! But Spare the Tire.” “Baby Packard.” “Leap; Look Afterward.” “Don't Hit Me; I'll Give Up.” W. C. Stouffer. No Claim Allowable ARCUS: The thief ran the car in the ditch, broke the windshield and stole the tools. Lucky thing 1 took out that blanket insurance policy Marie: But, dearie, he didn’t take the blanket. A STATE cugenist is proposed for Indiana. His business probably will be to see that only Nordics are born in the state. THE ONE-WAY TRAFFIC STREET EVENTUALLY GETS THAT WAY ITSELF comicbooks.com