Life, 1925-10-22 · page 44 of 74
Life — October 22, 1925 — page 44: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces mocking English culture and British social conventions: **Top cartoon**: A couple discusses the husband's appearance—she asks if her nose is shiny; he deflects by criticizing her dusty knee. It satirizes marital banter and superficial concerns. **"He Will Be" section**: Parodies a bestselling English novel by repeatedly describing various English gentlemen as stereotypically similar ("Most Englishmen are like that"). It mocks both the formulaic nature of popular British fiction and the homogeneity of the English upper/middle class. References to places like Whamskeough, hunting, salmon fishing, and club life emphasize predictable country-gentry narratives. **"Three Sheets in the Wind" cartoon**: Shows three figures blown about, illustrating the idiom meaning drunk. **"Curious" section**: A brief joke about buying a dog of unknown temperament—poking fun at casual purchasing decisions. The satire targets British literary conventions and social stereotypes, suggesting English novels and gentlemen follow rigid, repetitive patterns. The tone is affectionate mockery rather than harsh criticism.
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Ursula: 1s MY NOSE SHINY, DEARIE? Lambert: No, BUT YOUR RIGHT KNEE 1S DUSTY. He Will Be. Résumé of an English Best Seller “QO your husband has taken your OST Englishmen are like that. warm the water at his feet. Even in radio all apart?” said Mrs. Sub- He took his bath. Most English- the Sudan wastes he kept up to urbs. “Is he a radio expert men are like that. serum, had his wash. Rum sort of a “Not yet,” replied Mrs. Saylor. “He Travers liked Whamskeough....Rum chap, De Longpré. hasn't got it back together.” sort of a chap, Cavendish. At Whams- Bad bit of business for the Major... keough there was a bit of salmon fish- Scrape at Nahwilliwullah. “QOME one,” philosophized the ing, goodish hunting and a bit of I'm infernally hungry, aren't yo speeding motorist as the car rough shooting. Most Englishmen are he said as he slipped a quid to the read polished off a pedestrian, “some — like that man at Muggs’ club. one is always taking the jay out of And the fast-fading sun of a The fact that he had been seen life.” Northern African tiffin seemed to — at Brighton with a blondish bit of fluff from the Savoy was the least of the insults he had thrown at Pamela. The curate was a regular sort of chap. He took his tub. Cold winters in Whiffinghamshire, but the had to have his tub. The squire good beef and ruddy ale. He taken a first at Brasenose and aiter- wards had been burched on the Strand Most Englishmen are like that. James B. Farrell. Curious ALLER: Does that dog bite? Hovsewire: We just bought him, so THREE SHEETS IN THE WIND I can't tell. Come in and see if he does. comicbooks.com