Life, 1925-09-24 · page 17 of 41
Life — September 24, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a humorous poem "Confessional" by Roger Barlinghame critiquing people who dislike walking, followed by a satirical section titled "Those Master's Bedrooms" about servants' aspirations. The main cartoon depicts a traffic stop: a police officer on motorcycle stops a car with passengers, telling the driver "I'm sorry, miss, but I've got to tag your car. You know what that means?" The "Sweet Young Thing" responds by proposing they play a chasing game with someone else's car instead—a flirtatious deflection joke typical of 1920s-era humor about young women evading consequences. The bottom section, "A Brief History of the Human Race Vol. III: A.D. 1750," shows a horse-drawn carriage with "I'LL GET YOU YET" dialogue, appearing to mock historical progress claims through absurdist visual humor.
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Confessional RECORDING Angel, kindly chalk Me up as one who hates to walk; And, what is more, I do not like To stroll, meander, tramp or hike. I hate to strut and amble, too, To foot it, plod or shake the shoe, To toddle, waddle, strike a gait, To saunter or perambulate. I know, of course, that there are cases When one must walk to get to places, But I To put one foot before the other. for pleasure, never bother here are these who find elation PL their feet in this relation, And make up games like golf or camp- ing, jor the sake of endless tramping. No: write in| Doomsday Book that I Will swim or sail or ride or fly Or sit before the fire and talk, But not, if I can help it, walk; | add to this appalling truth 1 never, even in my youth, I, in all the miles I've hiked it, Jed that I really liked it. Roger Burlingame. Those Master’s Bedrooms |! will ever be my luck. AVE always wanted to sleep in a I wonder if it To die in one woald be simply too much. My acquaintance with master’s bed- is is a lite one. It originally from a fatal habit of rtisements of country If there is any more alluring ion, I do not know it. I once 1 house that sported ten mas- s bedrooms. When those rooms were all occupied, that would make ten ster’s bedroom. purely reading the Traffic Cop: 1M sorry, Miss, BUT 1'VE THAT The Sweet Young Thing: certanry. THEM AND TI masters. Think of that! What would they be saying to one another? would the question of edence be settled? If ever I have a chance to mect a master—alone—I hope I shall have had time to practice up before- hand. As for ten of them all at once— How GOT TO TAG YOUR CAR. YOU KNOW WHAT MEANS? NOW I CHASE EN THEY'RE “IT.” SOMEBODY ELSE AND TAG oh, boy! If this happened, [ should want them accompanied by their several wives. Think of ten masters, all groveling ! T. L. Al. IM: Haven't we met before? Her: Kiss me and I'll see. A Brief History of the Human Race Vol. III: A.D. 1750 comicbooks.com