Life, 1926-05-13 · page 16 of 52
Life — May 13, 1926 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine contains social commentary about changing times. "The Changing (?) World" contrasts past and present through parallel lists—what was true "20 Years Ago" versus "To-day." The satire mocks how society has evolved: young people now "neck" instead of being spooned to; there's "moral turpitude" rather than immortality; executives hold conferences; soda fountains serve refreshments. The cartoon "The Way Out" depicts a domestic dispute, with the caption satirizing infidelity: Mary asks what one would do with a man who spent all his money on a woman; Jane replies to "try to be the woman"—a joke about gold-digging and marriage mercenary motives common in 1920s social satire. The coal wagon sketch humorously depicts working-class urban life.
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