Life, 1925-07-30 · page 10 of 36
Life — July 30, 1925 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **Mrs. Pep's Diary**, a humorous domestic column, rather than political satire. The left side shows a cartoon labeled "CONTAGION" depicting a crowded theater or public venue, satirizing how infectious diseases spread in close quarters—a recurring public health concern of the era. The diary entries recount social mishaps: a woman mistaking a workmanlike maid for a cook, a broken cask of wine at a wedding causing chaos, and a tipsy guest. These are gentle mockeries of upper-middle-class domestic life and social embarrassments. The right side features sentimental poems and songs for "Home and Hearth," suggesting nostalgic Americana. The illustration "CAME THE DAWN" shows a romantic or pastoral scene, complementing the sentimental verse. This is lighthearted domestic humor, not political commentary.
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* LIFE: CONTAGION Ns Reps Diary Jul Home from Cape Cod in the carly morning, and 23rd at superintending the further anointment of my clothes presses against moths, reflecting the while that albeit the heathen in his blindness may bow down to wood and stone, he does not have to bother with many of tke tedious responsibilities of civilization. Then to the Ritz for luncheon in the Japanese garden, impressed by the women streaming in how fashion decrees a complete change in my sex'’s appearance at least once a year, and convinced that this season it has not been for the better, Mistress Willis of Columbia, Mo., did tell me that at her daughter's wedding a thirty-gallon cask of wine had broken on the flagging, whereupon the Negro menservants had cast them- selves to the ground in a frenzy to lap up what they could from the gullies, and I did resolve not to repeat the incident to Samuel, who forewent spirits again two or three days ago, for fear of putting ideas into his head, but Lord! upon my early return home I did catch him there a-mixing of a cocktayle, and could not but mock him, Quaff, and the world quafts with you; swear off, and you drink alone. July A letter on the first post 24th from Mabel Coonley did tell how her little daugh- ter Barbara, never having made a long railway journey before, and having heard much mention of the drawing-room which they were for- tunate enough to secure, had loudly asked upon entering it where the fireplace was, Milly Mosher to luncheon with me, chatting volubly as usual, so that once or twice I was (Continucd on page 29) Songs for Home and Hearth Renovated, Redecorated and Fitted with All Modern Im- provements Ben Bolt ON’T you remember Swede Alice ban bolt? She wore her blond hair in a bob, And stuck us all up with a forty-five Colt, A neat little workmanlike job. With the silver and jewelry Alice ban bolt, We thought her a cook—what a joke! We really don’t mind, for the stuff was insured, But the neighborhood cop's heart is broke! The Dumbbells of Scotland Oh, where, and oh, where is your butter-and-egg man gone? Oh, where, and oh, where is your butter-and-egg man gone? He's gone back to Duluth and he’s left me all alone, But it’s hey, in my heart, there’s another on the phone. Listen to the Mocking Bird Listen to the mocking bird, listen to the mocking bird, The mocking bird is ing us the razz; Listen to the mocking bird, listen to the mocking bird, Tune in on KSD—Iet’s have some jazz. Seeing Nellie Home Bright the sky with rockets spangled, Swayed the sidewalk like the sea, Why had I insisted mixing Scotch and gin and TNT? Still I hailed a yellow taxi, Slightly woozy in the dome, It was from Aunt Dinah’s petting party I was secing Nellie home. When I saw sweet Nellie home, When I saw sweet Nellic home, I saw Nellic’s six tivin sisters, When I saw sweet Nellie home. Henry William Hanemann. CAME THE DAWN comicbooks.com