Life, 1925-10-22 · page 24 of 74
Life — October 22, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine (circa 1920s based on style) contains several satirical pieces mocking contemporary American social pretensions and literary culture. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"** (main feature): A wealthy woman's diary entry lamenting her social struggles—an expensive black velvet hat designed only for state occasions, friends mocking her pretensions, and the irony that during "one of the most delightful months of the year," city dwellers hunt for fabric samples rather than enjoy October. **Top cartoon**: A mother scolds her child for sitting and listening while she and others use colorful language, humorously depicting working-class speech patterns. **Other short jokes**: - "Poetic Thought of a Credit Manager"—mocks business jargon masquerading as profundity - "Cause Enough"—satirizes marital discord caused by joint bank accounts - Final quip critiques the hypocrisy of public Bible reading without genuine religious practice The overall satire targets: social climbing, literary pretension, middle-class anxieties about status symbols, and American hypocrisy regarding morality and culture.
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ing Visitor GOODNESS, CHILD, WHAT EVER AKE YOU UP TOSSITTING THERE MLISTENIN'. MOTHER SAYS THE COLORS YOU AND TE WANT ry IP DOAN PICK UP WEAK ALWAYS SWEAR PACH OTHER ANYTHIN' NEW,” October Awake betumes, read in the — publick and 16th greatly amused at the ten dency amongst the criticks to attack Mr Michael Arlen, now that he is famous though he had pre tended to be something he is not— namely, anything but light, glamourous and romantic. Why a man should be set upon for making literary capital out of the trappings of this world I can- not see, for I had liefer read about lords and ladies yokelry, the latter being about all that our native novelists have offered of late. Moreover, I do believe that the gamut of the emotions may be staged just as easily in a drawing-room as on a farm in Iowa, and twice as i ingly, kind hearts and simple f ing at no premium as material for copy, especially when done in dialect. At my accounts most of the morning, lamenting sorely having paid forty- eight dollars last month for hat of black velvet which loo! it were designed only for s sions, and causes my friends to mock me for my grandeur, and prompt me to send it to Queen Mary, who not only would find a proper use for it but ap- parently needs help with her headgear. As Bob Akin once put it, What makes prints, and. successful than about our own a hug her tcc her hats so high? Boothby which «Marge come jer luncheon, we did set forth in’ s some long-sleeved nightgowns for Aunt Isabel, and there when we wished we had been aiter the Hd at hecause Were moments wows end in the would only have remanded us to Bel- pet the r stead, then salespeople Fasiou SPECIALLY DESIGNED VEST FOR VFST- POCKET EDITIONS levue's psychopathic ward and we should have been spared those < * cilious smiles... a great revel this night at the Martins’, and on the way home I did ask Sam, Have you had a xood time? Whereto he responded, | have indeed—the only thing I need to make the evening perfect is a stick of peppermint candy. Ddobe ie salemecres vapers a agazines which I7th ave been piling up in my house, and Tdid come upon a sympos on the most beautiful line in English verse, and to my astonishment contributors had chosen Keats's thing of beauty is a joy forever, is as void of news value as of significance. I have never understood the psychology of those who ¢ Such and such is my favorite wor so and so is my favorite author. But I was pleased that somebody had mentioned Walt) Whitman's "C) have ferried my cradle” as worthy of preferment, the general outcome of such an editorial effort being usually such suggestions as “Life is real, life is carnest” or “Now I lay me down to luncheon with Edith Whit hy, and she did tell me how her sinall stepson, asked why he did not chey the father whom five minutes earlier he had professed loudly to love, had retorted, [ like to love, but I don't like to mind....0 to be in the Berkshires, now sleep, October's here! It is indeed the life that during one of the delightful the year, ity of city dwellers are still- hunting for eretonnes. irony of months of Baird Leonard Poetic Thought of a Credit Manager on a Beautiful Morning HE noblest words that man’s com- posed few and terse: closed.” Are ind check cn- E. 1 Cause Enough “PYO you happen to know why the Bixbys were divorced? » but T understand it started with a joint checking account.” ADING the Bible in the public schools may be all right, but let's put it in the pulpit first. comicbooks.com