Life, 1925-10-01 · page 11 of 36
Life — October 1, 1925 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of humor commentary: 1. **"Getting Along in Years"** (top left): A brief essay mocking the age of Earth (1.2 billion years old), suggesting the world is so ancient it's unreliable and worn-out—a satirical complaint about using "second-hand worlds" in poor condition. 2. **"The American Language"** (middle): A two-panel cartoon showing two large men at a table laden with food and drink. The caption identifies one as "some big butter-and-egg man," using period slang for wealthy, unsophisticated businessmen. The joke appears to mock their crude speech and manners. 3. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"** (right): A society column entry describing a woman's domestic evening—servants, restaurant dining, and social pretensions—likely satirizing upper-class affectations and tedious leisure activities of the era.
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Getting Along in Years ("German scientists say that the earth is 1,200,000,000 years old.”— News item. V LL, well! Who would ever have guessed that we'd had the old ball as long as that? Doesn't it just beat anything the way time flies? Why, it seems only yesterday that it was new and shiny, and we thought it was about the spiffiest little sphere in the universe. A billion years old! My, my! doesn't seem possible! However, I recall now that it’s been giving us an awful lot of trouble lately. Wars, and earthquakes, and one thing nother, Yes, we've had a hard time with it these last few years. Wonder how the used-world market is this year, anyhow, Glutted, 1 pose. At that, I'M bet they haven't got second-hand worlds that are in as good shape as ours. In spite of its age, it's a mighty dependable old world, bat 1 don’t reckon they'll want to give us anything for it, even on a trade. T haven't seen the new models, but 1 hear that they're pretty classy. Wish we could afford to get a better and a litle bigger world this time. But I dunno. It wasn't such a bad old world, aut that, A billion years is a lot of service to get out of a world. Maybe we'd better just get another one like it Harry L. Roberts. The American Language HO'S that there 7" Tt just and sup big cheese over a\ Some big butter-and-egg man.” Second-Story Al: / DARLING, IT COULDN'T HAVE oN 4 BEEN MY FAULT. ALWAYS RACK INTO THINGS.” T never WIT ANYTHING HEAD Last night I did) awaken al in the midst of a dream at a point where I was about to consume a large and luscious portion of lobster Thermidor which my servant Florence had taken out of our umbrella and the conscious experience was so vivid that rly smell the cheese sauce stand, sub- and ate such hunger that I arose woe let I BROKE INTO A LAWYER'S HOME LAST NIGHT. keup Bills How MUCH DID you Lose? and made for the ice box, wherein I did find, to my dismay, nought but a dish of cold noodles and three radishes. My husband, poor wretch, appearing suddenly with the announcement. that he also could eat somewhat, said, It is but three o'clock; let us array our- selves and be off to Reuben’s for a howl of onion sou I did gladly follow through the fear that he might require me, who am unhandy in a kitchen, to cook him some eggs and bacon. And we did find the restaurant filled with people in assorted raiment eating heavy foods, causing Sam to remark that the trouble with regular meals is that they do not come at the proper times. Lay late this morning, and then Marge Boothby to luncheon, and we very merry over a’ memory from our boarding-school days of two youths who, taking us to a matinée in Boston, had appeared in full evening dress with bunches of American Beauties under their arms and required us to sit in a box, and how we, with all the self-consciousness of adolescence, had suffered lest the audience think us all hired by the management. Marge tells me that this winter she is going to perfect her (Continued on page 29) a suggestion which comicbooks.com