Life, 1925-08-27 · page 23 of 36
Life — August 27, 1925 — page 23: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces mocking 1920s social trends: **"Milady's Choice"**: A poem lampooning young women's fashion obsession. A woman catalogs various suitors by their clothing—Johnny's suits, Robert's shirts, Howard's ties—ultimately choosing Cyril for his "sweetest sweaters." The satire targets both the superficiality of female mate-selection and the era's newfound male fashion consciousness (a departure from earlier "solemn" dress codes). **"You Can't Have Everything"**: Brief jokes about priorities and modern life—a couple choosing football games over homeownership; an absurdist jab at subway telephone booths and factory rest rooms for "nervous wrecks." **"Time Deposits"**: A banker complains that depositing money takes longer than withdrawing it, inverting normal expectations. The satire critiques banking inefficiency and—implicitly—postwar economic anxiety. **"Fond Father" cartoon**: A father worries his daughter won't experience the traditional indignity of walking home from a car date—satirizing how automobiles have eliminated this courtship consequence. The overall tone reflects Jazz Age anxieties about changing social norms, consumer culture, and modern inconvenience.
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Milady’s Choice Or, Sartor, Re-sort Us OHNNIE’S suits are dainty things, Hued with subtle overtones, Though for lovely evening things He must bow to Wallie Jones; Robert's shirts have helped to make him Foremost of the younger petters; Yet for one I'd soon forsake him— Cyril wears the sweetest sweaters. Howard's ties are simply dreams, Scintillant with shades chromatic; Freddie's golfing sox are screams (AIL his tastes are quite erratic) For they're just a quict dun, Not the sort for real go-getters. All my beaux must yield to one— Cyril wears the sweetest sweaters. Stunning checks in rose and blue, Stripes and streaks of green and yellow, Tiers of fancy figures, too— Isn't he the darling fellow? Once men dressed so solemnly ; Oh, I'm glad they broke their fetters! All my heart is singing free, Cyril wears the sweetest sweaters. J. B. Barry. You Can’t Have Everything ‘l HEAR you and your wife are going to buy a home.” No; we've given it up for this year. She decided she'd rather go to a couple of football games instead.” HE man who conceived the idea of putting telephone booths on subway platforms is now working on a plan to utilize the vacant spaces in boiler factories by fitting them up with rest rooms for nervous wrecks. Fond Father: 1 WONDER IF SHE'LL EVER HAVE TO WALK HOME FROM AN AUTOMOBILE RIDE, “BILLIE HAS ONLY ONE FEMININE TRAIT LEFT. POWDER HER NOSE.” sue twill Time Deposits “YOU might as well go and have your hair cut and curled after lunch,” remarked Samuel Tilden Simmons, the well-known realtor, to his stenographer. “I won't be back for three or four hours because I have to go to the bank to make a deposit. I've gotten to the receiving teller’s window in less than an hour three times this year, but I can't count on such luck every time. “It’s no trouble for me to make money these days, but I have a lot of trouble getting the bank to take it. I have to spend as much time in line as my wife does when she goes to the New Paradise Theatre. “Over at the First, Second and Third National they have a vice-president whose title is ‘Business Getter.’ I suppose they figure he offsets the work of the business losers. Of course, standing in line to make deposits is good practice. It teaches a fellow to be patient so that when he tries to make a loan from the bank he doesn't get tired waiting for his answer.” McCready Huston To Keep in Trim! ANNAH: What fo’ yo'-all readin’ dat book on Physicul Culture, honey? Manpy: Ah’s_ int'rested, Ah_ is. Soon's Ah gits mah washin’ done, Ah's gonna do dem ex'rcises! RUTH lies at the bottom of a well and it is usually brought to the sur- face with a medicine dropper. comicbooks.com