Life, 1925-11-05 · page 10 of 50
Life — November 5, 1925 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical humor pieces typical of 1920s Life magazine. The main cartoon shows a person in a bathtub confronted by a skeletal figure (Death) at the bathroom door, with the caption "CLOSE THAT DOOR! DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH MY DEATH?"—a visual pun on the common expression. Below are three separate humor pieces: "A Case for a Specialist" mocks parents worried about their son's laziness, "Crime Week" presents dark humor about a criminal's busy schedule, and a "WANTED" notice references criminal suspects from that era. The "Clinical Note" jokes about collectors of rejection slips, while "A Realtor is not necessarily a realist" offers cynical commentary on real estate salesmen. These pieces reflect 1920s social anxieties about crime, illness, employment, and consumer culture.
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Marat (to Charlotte Corday): A Case for a Specialist “THAT boy of mine is at home this year for the first time since he went away to college and he’s worryirg us to death. He gets up every morning at six o'clock, goes out to the foundry and works there all day. learning the business. to see a doctor. “He hasn't gone to a dance this year. And what do you think we found him doing yesterday? Putting up the top of his automobile. It had been down for three years and the parts were so rusty it took him three hours. “I'm paying him just what we pay any of the hands out at the foundry and he never asks me for any money. He's in bed every night by ten-thirty and spends a lot of his time reading. I wouldn't be scared myself, but his mother told me she thought he'd begun to wear garters again. So it really looks serious.” McC. H. He says he's I can't get him I haven't “Ts your husband away? seen him for ages.” “Oh, don’t you remember? him.” I shot RS. BOGGS: How did they ever 4 happen to pick you to be a judge in a beauty contest? Boo Why—er—they had seen you, my dear. WANTED For LineJumping and Snitchery Marion Wennis, age 27, on September 4, September 8, Oc- tober 10, 1925, pushed her way to the railway ticket-window in front of the line of men who had been waiting for fifteen min- utes. CLOSE THAT DOOR! DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH MY DEATH? Crime Week OLOMON GRUNDY, Born on Monday, Robbed on Tuesday, Shot on Wednesday, Cheated on Thursday, Poisoned on Frida: Blackmailed on Saturday, Blown up on Sunday, and He died believing crime. laws prevent W. T. Clinical Note IS was the true collector's pride. No guest was ever allowed to with- draw from his domicile until the collec: tion had been duly shown. “It's t greatest collection of rejection slips i the world,” he would state. I, bei somewhat of a collector myself, took issue with him. “Where is a slip from the American Mercury?” I asked. He hung his head in shame. “Er—er— they bought the article,” he replied. A REALTOR is not necessarily a realist. comicbooks.com