Life, 1925-03-05 · page 10 of 36
Life — March 5, 1925 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This *Life* magazine page contains three distinct pieces of satire: 1. **"The Passionate Medico to His Love"**: A poem mocking an overly clinical doctor who expresses romance through medical jargon (blood sugar, streptococci, hemoglobin) rather than genuine emotion. The satire targets the dehumanizing effect of professional expertise on personal relationships. 2. **"New Rep's Diary"**: A gossipy diary entry from February 26th depicting theatrical/social world complaints, suggesting the writer is self-absorbed and dramatic about minor social disappointments. 3. **"Saying It"**: Two cartoon panels contrasting marriage before and after. The first shows idealized romance; the second shows a wife giving flowers to her husband with resigned acceptance ("I Got You Some Violets"). The joke satirizes how marriage diminishes romantic enthusiasm over time.
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* LAURIE. « “MARGARET! WITHOUT EXCEPTI YOU ARE POSITIVELY THE SILLIEST DUMBBELL OF A WOMAN —— Now DON’T cRY; YOU KNOW I DON’T MEAN TO BE PERSONAL.” Nes Lops Diaryn> Yearning all the morning for a change of some February sort—even for the worse, so long as it be dif- 26th erent. Lord! this is the season of the year when the universe seems at its fag-end and the machinery of life so gets upon my nervous system that I had almost liefer see Sam sitting slightly clad on an island beach mak- ing his meal off nuts and berries than running along Broadway in evening clothes trying to get a taxicab. Foras- much as it is not my nature to be thus gloomy, I did bethink me that my de- pression might have a physical basis, so summoned Dr. Cuff straightway, but the mere sight of him coming into the room cured me, as it always does, nor would I let him dose me with anything soever, but was up and off to keep my luncheon appointment with Marge Boothby. We did fall a-talking of the recent hubbub about the end of the world, and I said, If I had any real assurance that the world was going to end, I should never hem all those The Passionate Medico to His Love H, honeyed, honeyed heart, blood sugar free, Beat close on mine in murmurless rhythm tuned! Ah, septic, septic kiss with ecstasy From streptococci viridans immuned ! Through portals alkaline and tonsilless Let me feel cool the motion of thy breath, Or swoon anzsthetized ’bove thy caress! Thy vaso-motors would suffuse pale Death! Press close that I may feel thy blood’s soft urge With pressure low and hemoglobin right, Whose polymorphonuclears emerge In true accord with every leucocyte. Then let me stroke thy dark hair's glory, seborrhea free, With every ductless gland attuned harmoniously. Jarvis Lire’s Little Sermons T° what pass hath come the prizefighter ! He fighteth neither in peace nor war. He playeth upon the boards and strutteth upon the screen. He putteth ointments upon his hair and sweet-smelling per- fumes upon his person. He payeth surgeons to beautify his countenance. He puncheth the bag but nothing more. He prateth of a desire to meet his enemies as he skippeth the rope. But he meeteth none. He laugheth to scorn the mites offered by promoters. The shade of John Sullivan weepeth as the public falleth and payeth. What one of you admireth not the acumen of the prize- fighter ? Stuart Little. FABLE— Once upon a time there was a taxicab chauffeur who had chafige for a dollar. undercurtains for the bedrooms. Where- to Marge rejoined, And I should go (Continued on page 31) BEFORE. MARRIAGE FIRST YEAR AFTER MARRIAGE Saying It comicbooks.com