Life, 1925-02-12 · page 12 of 36
Life — February 12, 1925 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon satirizes ambulance driving during wartime. The caption contrasts driving an ambulance versus "an ordinary car," suggesting ambulance drivers received special status or privileges—likely a reference to WWI, when ambulance service was considered prestigious work. The humor mocks someone boasting about this distinction. Below, "The Intellectual's Prayer" is a poem by D.R.S. mocking pretentious intellectuals who name-drop (Sherwood Anderson, Joseph Conrad, Charles Chaplin) and claim exclusive social circles while bragging about writing in "New York's most exclusive hotels." The large cartoon at bottom depicts a crowded mob, captioned "First Small One: JUST TRY PUSHIN' ME! JUST TRY IT!"—likely satirizing aggressive crowd behavior or street confrontations of the era.
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| FLOWER “AND YOU'RE SURE YOU REALIZE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DRIVING AN AMBULANCE AND DRIVING Applicant: WHEN Y'RE DRIVID SURE. X ORDINARY CAR?” AMBULANCE Y" GOTTA GO BACK AN’ PICK "EM UP. - The Intellectual’s Prayer LORD, I thank Thee that I am of the real Intelligentsia. That I am able to see the superior- ity of Sherwood Anderson over Joseph Conrad. That I have discovered that Charles Chaplin is entertaining. That I flock only with the people who are Worth While; that I can write all my letters in the writing rooms of New York's most exclusive hotels. First Small ne: JUST TRY PUSHIN’ ME! That, taking me by and large, I am one of the few mental bright spots ob- servable in a nation that has a peasantry of Boobs. For these and any other reasons, O Lord, I thank Thee! H 2: Know anything about India? Him: Delhi is the word you I solved that one last night. D.R. S. want. i Gy iH Cee) Just Try it! My 8:11 Gil HEN we two commuted In summery clime, Our love notes were fluted ; All life was a rhyme. We rode on the Erie (We ride on it yet), And she called me “dearic” And I called her “pet.” We read the same headlines, The same comic strips, The scandals in red lines, And columnists’ quips. “Twas then she ranked aces With me in the train, Those tunnel embraces !... Ah—bitter-sweet pain! The closest connections Will often estrange; The warmest affections, Like time-tables, change. For love soon turns ochre As leaves that fall dead. Now I'm in the smoker, And she’s up ahead! Max Lief. Overheard on the Club Car “ HY, of course it’s all right, Joc Matilda’s always asking me ‘Why don’t you ever bring home one of your friends ?’” “Don't y air, already “There it is! lavender roof.” “Yes, it is rather small, but, then, we only rented it for three years.” “Why, Schmotz’s prices are simply outrageous. I think we'll try that new place that’s just opened on Market Street.” “Betty's asked Emma Listerwicke down, too. She’s not very pretty, but she’s such a nice girl.” “Say, if you want a little, I've got some in my bag.” C.G. S. The Cheat MMODESTY strutted brazerly upon the stage, cheered by the howling mob. Hypocrisy, in a lower box, hid her face behind her hand—and eagerly notice the difference in The one with the peeped through her fingers. comicbooks.com