Life, 1926-01-28 · page 5 of 36
Life — January 28, 1926 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two separate pieces: **"The End"** (top) is a humorous essay by Wayne G. Hailey about maintaining old-fashioned habits despite modern changes—using traditional shaving mugs, carrying umbrellas, paying bills, and ordering chocolate sodas while friends have gone bankrupt. **"Hanging Fire"** (bottom) is a short satirical piece about Has Blyther's unpublished novel. His publishers feared suppressing it before WWI, but now worry it won't be suppressed because they fear publication won't matter anymore—a joke about how wartime has made even controversial content seem irrelevant. The accompanying illustration shows a church photograph scene with urgently dressed figures, illustrating the Vicar's panicked dialogue about finding the sexton before the clock strikes 2:30—a simple comedic vignette about timing and bureaucratic fuss.
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The STILL use an old-fashioned shaving mug (my own) ] I still, if winter comes, wear heavy underwear, although I usually keep this to myself. I still carry an umbrella on rainy days, instead of wear- ing a Soaker Slicker. I still wear rubbers when. the knee-deep or higher. I still love my wife; I have no idea what her aura looks like, although I am fairly familiar with her general ap- water in the streets is pearance. I still pay my bills, even though all my gone bankrupt and are living lives of luxury I still think woman's place is in the home—at least often friends have enough so that she won't scream at the sight of her hus- band pottering about. I still order a chocolate soda when I go into a drug End store, alth h I'm often so blinded by the flaming posters advertising new dishes that I get the straw stuck in my ear I'm poor, you see...and knowing that nothing less than five thousand dollars would bring me within twenty years of up-to-date, I don’t read the advertisements. My friends all tell me So please pass me that old-fashioned horse-pistol. Heavens no!—I'm merely at, living as I do, I might as well be dead. to shoot a few moderns. Haisley Wayne G Hanging Fire AS Blythers finally had his novel put “Not yet. Before the war his publishe it would be suppressed, and now they're afraid it wouldn't were afraid 7 DCrwatyant—F Or WHEN THE CHURCH WAS PHOTOGRAPHED The Vicar: ONE MINUTE, SIR—BEFORE YOU GO ANY FURTHER. I MUST FIND THE SEXTON, THE CLOCK IN THE TOWER IS TWO AND A HALF MINUTES PAST! comicbooks.com