Life — January 28, 1926 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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“THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU'VE BEEN WHAT'S YOUK “WELL, SUH, JEDGE, MY ONLIEST EXPLIZ HERE FOR STEALING CHICKENS, EXPLANATION ? ATION IS DAT RASTUS, ME OR DE NIGHT WUZN’T DARK ENOUGH.” Dolce far Niente days ahead, boys and girls! H APPY more winter—everybody’s go- lorida make swap real estate and get rich ing to FI Easy to a living there—just Always sunshine—no more rainy, gloomy days No more hard work—no Really no more need to exert your- self overmuch » more work of work No play—it's No more anything F. F. Harbour. no more getting out more too strenuous. Bedtime Story Sculptor Who Got Wanted The What He NCE there was a sculptor who thirsted for public recognition “It isn’t enough,” he said, “that the critics and highbrows approve my stuff and sing my praises. I want the people, the great mass of common people, to know about me and be interested in me. Fame isn't fame while it’s con- fined to the homage of a few. I won't be satisfied until my name and a story about me appear on the front page of every newspaper in town.” So he labored heroically and pro- duced many masterpieces, and those who loved art bowed down and wor- shiped his name. But save for an oc- casional mention in some obscure cor- ner of an inside page, the newspapers came off their presses and went their raucous ways into the homes of the common people as free of notice of our sculptor as if he had never been born. And he became angry. “We'll see!” he shouted, and toiled more arduously than before. At last he produced a great splendid group. “Now let's se newspapers ignore me!” he cried. And they did ignore him; not a front page carried his name. Then he despaired. “The Devil take public recognition !” he cried, and went out and got terribly drunk. And the next morning every newspaper and the more coal to shovel, no more ashes to carry out. Take your radio along—no need even to go out for enter- tainment Radio movies coming soon you can see as well as hear everything right own easy chair. No need to read the f —get the picture papers Not much use to try to think very hard—almost every- thing has been thought of al- ready. No need to tire your jaws chewing meat—get hamburger, deviled ham or beef cubes. Apples are hard—eat nanas. Lobsters have shells—order soft-shelled crabs, Bread milk toast or gruel. from your ers ha- has a crust—order Papa: “SoM WELL, £ OF IT'S OUT BUT THERE’ <, HAVE YOU HAD YOUR CRY OUT? 'S A LOT MORE INSIDE.” in town carried the head “Noten Scutrtor oN Jac- rest Batters Cor Bertram Bloch. The Humorist Has a Nightmare T. seems there two Irishmen, and Abie said to Jake ‘Who was that lady you with last night?” So's your old man,” was the Scotchman’s quick sponse. “Oh, it must have been two other fellows!" answered the crestfallen Prohibition officer. IVILIZATION outdis- tanced the comic valen- tine only to be overtaken by the tabloid newspaper. were T saw re- comicbooks.com