Life, 1925-05-21 · page 24 of 40
Life — May 21, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate pieces of satirical content: **"Ignorance an Asset"** presents a golf joke where a caddy claims he earns more than the golfer despite being unable to count beyond seventy—suggesting the caddy's practical street smarts outweigh the educated golfer's book learning. The satire mocks pretentious wealth. **"Travel by Road"** cartoon depicts two men discussing air travel, with the caption "SORROW GIVES NO MORE!" and "DAMMA DA RADIO!"—likely satirizing how radio and modern technology have changed communication and travel discussions, possibly mocking those who complain about progress. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"** (May 14-15) is a society column humorously chronicling upper-middle-class anxieties: noisy neighbors in a developing neighborhood, conversational mishaps, and the awkwardness of misinterpreting "very informal" dress codes. It satirizes both residential pretension and the social climbing anxieties of the era's leisure class, particularly women navigating social propriety. All three pieces use humor to mock contemporary American social hierarchies and modern inconveniences.
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Ignorance an Asset is a wonderful thing,” observed the golfer. I don't know,” scoffed the caddy, “I make more ny kid on the links and I can only count to seventy- RAVEL by air sccms assured. Now let us see if we can do something about travel by road. “xopopy GIVES No More!” “DAMMA DA RaptIo!” Nes Levis Diary> May The time of year has come when we must suffer for our folly in moving to a neighborhood not 14th " 4 : entirely developed, for the windows are all open and Lord! the infants in the tenement stretch behind us do set up their wailings at dawn and continue throughout the one of them sounding like Ray Dooley at her Morcover, the riveting on the structures going up set me dreaming of a lodge in some vast wilderness, an idea which has had no appeal soever for me heretofore. Nor was it any comfort after telling my woes to Irma Dutton, come in early to sce me, to learn that her new apartment is so quiet that when she swallows it sounds like the shot heard round the world, and so dark that when she emerges into the light of day she feels the lack of blinkers. We did fall a-talking of many things, trying to fathom why people climb mountains or go camping or helong to reptile societies, but with ill success. Irma did ask me for as many back copies of Punch as I could spare, explaining that she would subscribe to it herself were it not so difficult to get the wrapper off. day, ¢ worst, about us h A note by the first post bidding us to a very informal party, which means that, do we go, we shall wear our most gorgeous raiment, foras- much as the “very informal” was underscored on the in- ion for last Sunday night’s function, and Sam and I, finding everybody claborately apparelled, felt as if we had just stepped off Ellis Island....Marge Boothby in early, all (Continued on page 35) comicbooks.com