Life, 1925-10-01 · page 6 of 36
Life — October 1, 1925 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical commentary and humor typical of *Life* magazine's style. **"From a Club Chair"** presents cynical aphorisms about society—observations on success, failure, bridge, and dogs—attributed to various sources including James Kevin McGuinness. **"Keeping Up with Brizzie"** is a narrative story about "the Devil" (likely a personified character representing mischief or temptation) testing Rev. Billy Sunday, a famous American evangelist known for prohibitionist crusades. The humor derives from Sunday's moral righteousness being tested by increasingly absurd scenarios. **"Twins"** is a domestic comedy cartoon showing a conversation about gasoline substitutes. The joke centers on middle-class anxieties about product authenticity and cost—a woman claims her substitute is indistinguishable, but her companion questions whether one can truly know if it's genuine, satirizing consumer skepticism and wartime or economic shortages affecting product availability.
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From a Club Chair [MYX ies of perfect poise is being able to dismount gracefully from, a taxicab, soe A fool and his alimony are soon parted. eee There must be something wrong with success, since so many men feel they must apologize for achieving it. eee I believe bridge’s chief fascination lics in the opportunity it affords for enjoying the mistakes of others, eee A one-man dog makes more than the normal share of enemies. eee Ii there were no Prince of Wales, paraphrasing Voltaire, it would be necessary for the tailors to create one. TUE BACK-TO-THE-LAND MOVEMENT James Kevin McGuinness. Keeping Up with Brizzie Twins HE Devil had been putting in a the things that Arthur Brisbane says OGERS: I have perfected a gaso- twenty-four-hour day, seven days he can do, line substitute that cannot be told a week, for several years without a va- “H'm,” said Satan, glancing again from the genuine article, only it costs cation, trying to justify the reputation the humorists and raising his voice. too much, the Rey. Billy Sunday had built up for “That fellow beats the Devil.” Carter: Then how is one to know him. His morale was becoming low Eddy Oreutt. it's a substitute? and his arches were falling. Toward the close of a long, smful day, just as the Old One was about to mop his brow and remark, “This is Hell,” for the benefit of a group of professional humorists newly — con- signed to the Pit, he glanced up at the Earth and saw there the most fully occupied individual he had ever ob- served. This person was dividing his” time between forty-four airplane fleets of 6,000 ships apiece, skimming the surface of the civilized countries of the Earth, dropping 2,000-ton bombs here, buckets of bacteria there, gobs of poi- son gas elsewhere, doubling back to repeat himself with variations, and re- doubling again faster than a drunken bridge-player with thirteen diamonds. For sixteen seconds there was no sin upon the Earth, while Satan gave his undivided attention to the gentle- man with the airplanes. Then said Satan: “I thought I was a busy man, but who on Earth is that?” 2 “That,” a bystander answered, “is Mrs. Briggs: 1 BELIEVE IN CHASTISING CHILDREN IF THEY the Enemy Aviator trying to do all Mrs. Spriggs: WOW DREADFULLY OLD-FASIIIONED! WE ALWAYS BRIBE OURS. comicbooks.com