Life, 1925-08-06 · page 10 of 36
Life — August 6, 1925 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces about 1920s social life and economics: **"Originality"** mocks the difficulty of being original in fashion and leisure activities. A man complains that even his "jobs—my living" must be original yearly, yet he's exhausted inventing new golf stories and angles. The satire targets the pressure for constant novelty in modern life. **"Alibi Alice"** depicts a young woman caught by a traffic officer with a damaged car, flippantly claiming she "just had the car washed" and can't do anything with it. The satire critiques modern young women's casual, irresponsible attitudes. **The taxi cartoon** shows a chaotic car crash, satirizing both the driver's loss of control and rising costs ("economy costs more than it used to"), reflecting post-WWI economic inflation concerns. The beach scene illustration above depicts 1920s bathing culture and social observation.
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“SAY, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? “[T'S hard to be original year after .” said the man who was sitting on the other end of the park bench, suddenly. “Yes,” I replied. about that, too. “Yes, it's hard. And it’s wearing me down.” He did look rather ex- hausted. “I got by this year all right, but next year—" He shuddered and burst into a fit of coughing. I murmured sympathetically. “My job—my living—depends on my being original, Y after year there must be some- thing new. I was terribly wor- ricd this year, but I got away with it anyway. I had to use a little old stuff but the boss didn’t seem to notice.” “That's good,” said I. “Yes, I used golf again this year. Third time, too, but I made up a couple of new sto- rics to go with it. Gave it a new angle, like.” He sighed. I know something “You bet it is. It's sav “What's your handicap “Handicap? Oh, I see what you who stories!" “But you said it s: “I mean it was ready when every- Fare: WELL, FOR HEAV ATTRACT ATTENTIOD SOMEBODY’S GRANDMOTHER !” wuy, Originality “Golf is a great game,” I observed. my life.” No, I don't play myself.” ed your life.” else failed. Without it I'd have Ss} i been lost—absolutely a goner.” Taxi Driver: poss, Y'VE LOST CONTROL—I CAN’T STOP HER! SAKE TURN OFF THE METER! YOU LOOK LIKE “What,” I inquired, “is your job?” He sigher paper man, wearily. “I'm a_news- aid he. “I'm the man writes the Rockefeller birthday John C. Emery. Alibi Alice had sped by a traffic signal in her car and the big policeman stood glowcring over her. “Didn't yer sce that sign?” he bellowed. “What in the name of Sam Hill is the matter with you?” And she, being a modern young woman, replied ever so sweetly: “Oh, officer, I've just had the car washed and I can’t do a thing with it.” THE price of everything con- tinues to go up, and we for one would not be surprised to find that even economy costs more than it used to. comicbooks.com