Life, 1925-06-18 · page 7 of 43
Life — June 18, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine contains three humorous pieces: **"The Biggest Golf Lie Ever Told"** mocks Appleton Jones, described as "the very worst golfer ever alive." The satire catalogs his financial losses from golf obsession—expensive clubs, lessons, lost bets—totaling ruinous debts. The 1911 anecdote describes Jones's dramatic tantrum: smashing clubs on rocks and swearing never to play again. The joke is that despite this emphatic vow, "Jones hasn't played golf from that day to this!"—suggesting golfers' addiction makes their reform vows laughably hollow. **"The Treasure Hunter"** presents a hermit emerging from swampland, presumably after years of isolation. The narrative emphasizes his transformation through nature exposure and solitude. **"On Her Own at Last"** shows Marjory, a schoolteacher, proudly announcing she no longer needs to count on her fingers for arithmetic—a joke about newfound competence or independence. The cartoons reflect early 20th-century American humor about obsessions, social roles, and personal achievement.
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“TEE FOR TWO” The Treasure Hunter N the tract of green lush land a man had been delving for many weeks. Alone he worked, always alone, say- ing nothing to those few natives of the sparsely settled territory that had summoned the temerity to approach him. A snarl was the only answer they received. He had been young, vigorous and smartly attired when he arrived. Now he was bearded near to his waist; his face was seamed by exposure to the elements; his clothing hung from his emaciated frame in tatters. Rumor had it that another had been with him when he first came, a man of his own age, who for a brief time had delved with him in his secret search and had then dis- appeared. There were sinister reports in connection with that disappearance, but none durst question the solitary figure that day after day, night after night, struggled through that nigh impenetrable morass. Here, it was generally agreed, was a man who would not brook interfer- ence. But. such the case with which humanity adjusts itself to everyday no matter how strange, that finally all came to take him for granted. He was forgotten, except to be pointed out occasionally as a freak to some pass’ tourist; until one day... The hermit had reached the middle of the swamp. Suddenly he plunged down- ward, emerged dripping, and with a wild, fiendish scream of glee held aloft a small object, dripping with slime. a kenned it!” he roared ecstasy—and toppled is hts, in over maniacal dead! Sandy MacTavish had retrieved the golf ball he had driven into the rough. Tip Bliss. On Her Own at Last MAnory (relating schoolroom affairs) ; Well, in'rithmetic, I don’t have to count on my fingers any more. Editor: Office Boy. The Biggest Golf Lie Ever Told PPLETON JONES, at forty-five, Was the very worst golfer ever alive. To break a hundred and twenty-three With him was a sign for a jamboree. The money he'd spent upon fancy clubs Would have built a Home for Retired Dubs.* The fees for lessons that he had spent Would have built him a suitable monument.* The gross amount he had lost on bets Would have paid a couple of national debts.* While his ten-year total of foozled putts Would have driven a chartered accountant nuts. In short, at the age of forty-five, Jones was the very worst dub alive. eee In 1911 (oh, fearful date!) He had a round of one-sixty-cight, Which, even for Jones, was so rankly bad That, ramping, swearing and tearing mad, He smashed his clubs on a nearby rock And, throwing his golf bag half a block, He swore on his oath as the World's Worst Duh That never again would he touch a club! eee And thus having vowed with such emphasis, Jones hasn't played golf from that day to this! *And should have.—Ed. Baron Ireland. Office Boy: THERE'S A MAN OUT THERE WHO SAID HE'S GOING TO BEAT HELL OUT OF YoU. INDEED! WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE? WELL, HE LOOKS LIKE HE COULD Do IT. comicbooks.com