Life, 1925-11-05 · page 16 of 50
Life — November 5, 1925 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon depicts a bathroom scene where a man in a bathtub addresses a woman entering through the door, saying "CLOSE THAT DOOR! DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH MY DEATH?" This is a visual gag playing on the common domestic complaint about someone leaving the bathroom door open and letting heat escape. The accompanying text sections include: - **"A Case for a Specialist"**: A humorous anecdote about a son working at a foundry, illustrating marital concerns - **"WANTED"**: A missing person notice for Marion Wennis, wanted for line-jumping and snitchery at a railway ticket window (September 1925) - **"Crime Week"**: Dark humor listing crimes committed daily, ending with "He died believing laws prevent crime" - **"Clinical Note"**: A satirical comment about a collector's pride in rejection slips The page combines domestic humor with social satire typical of 1920s Life magazine.
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Marat (to Charlotte Corday): CLOSE THAT DooR! DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH MY DEATH? A Case for a Specialist “ AT boy of mine is at home this year for the first time since he went away to college and he’s worrying us to death. He gets up every morning at six o'clock, goes out to the foundry and works there all day. He says he's learning the business. I can’t get him 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 moncy. 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. “Es your husband away? seen him for ages.” “Oh, don’t you remember? I shot him.” I haven't RS. BOGGS: How did they ever happen to pick you to be a judge in a beauty contest? Boccs: Why—er—they had scen you, my dear. For Line-Jumping 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. Crime Week OLOMON GRUNDY, Born on Monday, Robbed on Tuesday, Shot on Wednesday, Cheated on Thursday, Poisoned on Friday, Blackmailed on Saturday, Blown up on Sunday, and He died believing laws crime. prevent W. T. Clinical Note H's was the true collector’s pride. No guest was ever allowed to with- draw from his domicile until the collec- tion had been duly show “It’s the greatest collection of rejection slips in the world,” he would state. I, being somewhat of a collector myself, took issue with him. “Where is a slip from the American Mercury?” I asked. He hung hie head in shame. “Er—er— they bought the article,” he replied. A REALTOR is not necessarily a realist. comicbooks.com