Life, 1925-02-12 · page 31 of 36
Life — February 12, 1925 — page 31: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a absurdist short story titled "A Tale Without a Title" featuring a man named Jones who falls asleep by his fireplace and dreams of surreal encounters with anthropomorphic animals—a kangaroo in evening wear and a goat on roller skates—who speak in non-sequiturs and behave chaotically. The satire targets the vagueness and pretension of modernist literature popular in the 1920s. The story deliberately avoids logical narrative or meaningful point, with characters making cryptic statements like "Nothing is of consequence but the nonessential." This parodies the experimental, deliberately obscure literary style that had become fashionable among avant-garde writers. The dream-like breakdown at the end—reality dissolving into chaos—further mocks modernist writers' fascination with psychological fragmentation and surrealism as artistic techniques. The page also contains period advertisements (shaving cream, French ocean liners) typical of Life magazine's advertising mix.
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——— A Tale Without a Title Ix a huge arm-chair, before the fire- >, Jones gazed into the gay, fli kering flames. The dim, soft light from the reading lamp, at his elbow, ta gentle glow across the room, and stillness of the night was inter- rupted only by an occasional crackling oi the burning logs. Soon a pleasant wsiness fell upon him, and he felt his eyelids gradually beginning to droop. The dull ticking of the little clock on the mantelpicce scemed scarcely audible. t was not long before Jones sud- became aware of something tap- ping him upon the shoulder and, turn- ing his head, he beheld a kangaroo, in evening dress, wearing a knitted ing cap. In its left hand it held a broken tennis racket Nothing is of consequence but the nonessential,” the animal remarked in a low musical voice, as it produced a pack ot playing cards from its waistcoat pocket, and tore them into small bits. es, however, having no reply to make, somewhat nervously lit a cigarette and rose from his chair. I want you to meet my sister,” said he kangaroo, and before the other had time to protest, a goat with a green beard entered the room on roller skates, “Nine people out of ten say so,” it whispered thickly, “but don’t you be- They lie.” Then it began » chase the kangaroo around the room, nally crashing into the fireplace, where chuckling and snorting loudly. Jones shook himself and returned to his chair. eve them. “Of course, you can take the South- crn Route,” continued the kangaroo, “but there is never the same feeling of independence. Even the servants are likely to leave.” Whereupon the goat removed its roller skates and hurled them through the window. Jones ran Tough Beards or Tender Skins OU will find relief and comfort of Ingram's Therapeu- tic Shaving Cream. It rapidly softens the toughest shaving irritation. Its properties soothe and cool the skin and heal troublesome little cuts. It leaves your skin with a soft, cool, lotion effect. If your druggist cannot supply you send 60c. for the jar that contains six months of shaving comfort. Or send 2c stamp for sample. Made particularly Jor tender skins. Frederick F. Ingram Co. 38 Tenth St., Detroit, Mich. Also Windsor, Ont. MEMORIES THAT WILL LAST FOR YEARS D? you spend six dollars a day on your holiday last year? Prob- ably that and a great deal more. And what did you do that was unique or thalling? What did you find to carry away? . Sunburn. W hy t not go to France this year and have an entire change, a mental stim- ulus, a new outlook, and memories forever? You can book passage for one hun- dred and forty dollars on the big,one- cabin liners, French as France itself. eS S El compagnie Générale Transatlantique a 19 State Street, New York @ Lf ¥ You can even make a round trip for one hundred and sixty-two dollars, tourist class, with individual cabins, asisdone by the college boys and girls. You can tour and live well on six dollars a day—bring your own car, uncrated, or rent one reasonably. The French Alps, the Pyrenees, are like nothing you've ever seen. . . villages perched on the caves of the world, and wild and gorgeous mountain passes. our booklet on France is a trip in itse! Agencies in Principal Cities of Europe and the United States to the door and tried to shout, but was quite unable to utter a sound. Every- thing was closing in upon him. The logs in the fireplace had begun to roar, and the clock on the mantel refused to stop striking. It all seemed so gro- tesque—a horrible, rambling dream. \s a matter of actual fact, however, it was not a dream at all. Jones had merely gone cuckoo. C.G.S. Back Home Visitor: By the way, Mr. Higgs. what are your two sons doing now? Mr. Hiccs: Nothing. One is an efficiency expert and the other is a Pro- hibition enforcement agent. “I AM AT YOUR PRET, THIS HOUSE Is YouR Houser.” —Nuevo Mundo (Madrid). MADAM, AND comicbooks.com