Life, 1926-02-11 · page 12 of 40
Life — February 11, 1926 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page presents three satirical pieces about women's work during wartime: 1. **Top cartoon**: A working girl tells her mother she must serve breakfast earlier if the mother expects her at the office by 9:30—satirizing the double burden women faced balancing household duties with employment. 2. **"A Boy Must Live"** dialogue: Two men (Joe and Bill) discuss Joe's wife working while he parties with Mrs. Firkins. Bill criticizes Joe for letting his wife work while he socializes, suggesting married men should support their wives. The satire targets men avoiding responsibility. 3. **"Historic Working Girls"**: A humorous illustration shows ancient female occupations (Egyptian dancers, etc.), implying women have always worked—contextualizing current female employment as historically normal, not novel. The page satirizes gender dynamics and workplace expectations during what appears to be a wartime period requiring female labor.
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Working Girl: som, you's [F_ women keep on working, there is no reason why they should not eventually hold down all the bi tive posts the men have to-day. In that case—but go on with the story your- self. The scene is the office of a big firm; the time, working hours, whatever they are, A. D, 2000, and the cast, Joe and Bill, stenographers. Bit: Where was you last night, execu LL HAVE TO SERVE MY BREAKFAST A LITTLE EARLIFR IF YOU EXPECT ME TO BE AT THE OFFICE BY 9:30, A Boy Must Live Joe? Gee, look at the clock, willya? Joe: Party with Mrs, Firkins. Bur: Yeah? Was it rough? Jor: Why, kinda rough, but I didn’t kick. I like my job. Bite: It soitinly is an awful note that a guy can't hold his job without having a lot of fat women getting sweet on him, ain't it? Jor: Oh, y get used to that. I Historic Working Girls No. III Delilah opens a barber shop. s'pose you didn’t sce the new raccoon I wore down this morning, didja? Bit: Oh, I se-e-e-e! An’ your new Dunhill come from the same place? Jor: Ain't you the bright boy! Take it from me, kid, when Mrs. Firkins or Mrs. McDonald come in this morning, don’t act so up-North. Bur: But gee, they're married! Don't their husbands ever get wise? Jor: Oh, they should worry! The old stall about working late at the office keeps them contented—and_ be- sides, they're so wrapped up in their charity balls and social work that they don't 7 no attention to their wife's goin, But (slowly): Well, T guess I'll give the game a whirl. Gimme a stick of gum, willya? Curtarn, Sam Moore. Contagious LARA: The back of my neck tickles Brite: Perhaps you've got the bob- ber’s itch. comicbooks.com | oa