Life, 1926-01-07 · page 14 of 40
Life — January 7, 1926 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two separate pieces of satirical content: **"The Gay Nineties"** (top illustration): A nostalgic cartoon showing alumni from the Class of 1890 gathering to reminisce. The caption notes these men were "one hundred per cent. hellions" in their college days—suggesting the contrast between their rowdy youth and present respectability. **"Brothers in Arms"** (bottom text): A humorous dialogue between former college acquaintances, particularly George and a Cossack doorman. The joke centers on George's vague recollection of military service (possibly the Spanish-American War or Philippine campaigns), with absurd claims about generals and colonels that humorously expose his uncertain memory or exaggeration. **"Pretty Thick!"** (final section): A brief nautical anecdote about sailors making repairs during a storm. The overall tone mocks aging men's tendency to romanticize and misremember their younger years.
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NY A THE GAY NINETIES A GKOUP OF THE ALUMNI OF THE CLASS OF NINETY-SOMETHING JUST EVERLASTINGLY WHOOPING THINGS UP. WERKE TILE DAYS WILEN COLLEGE BOYS WERE ONE HUNDRED PER CENT. HELLIONS—ASK ANY OLD CKAD, Brothers in Arms f the very Russian night club came to the salute knew- * replied the doorman. Followed an incoherent Siberia? Or were exchange of amenities. “Was he a gener: “Do come along, George,” said the flapper who was his “Hell, n said Geor; especial care that evening. “Democracy is all very well, but a doorman is a doorman...” ney in North Carolina “AML right,” said Ge “Come down and have a dr with us later,” he told the Cossack. “I was in his ri ment,” he explained “Yes as the party passed dowr in my regiment,” confirmed the Cossack, beaming “Well—old George!" The party, es served table, turned to the recent happening “In his regi: Brooklyn ICKING his heels smartly, the huge Cossack doorman ment—how frightfully romantic ! ou didn’t ever tell us—fancy, exclaimed a male member of the entering party “Where was it, George?” ou part of the Imy Pretty Thick ! ie stairs. “NAAKE everything tight, batten ¢ we'll ride it ov Old Man as the storm broke lished at its re- “Coises !” ered the sails, which had been made in under the bare sticks,” Furled again!” Those Why, George, we never a Cossack!” “Was it in rial Guard?” Or at least a colone answering both questions at once his was in the 191st Reserve Infantry at Camp MecWhit- He was a buck private in the draft.” ¥ Henry William Hanemann. hatches and ordered the | comicbooks.com