Life, 1926-06-10 · page 7 of 44
Life — June 10, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces: **"The Children's Hour"** is an illustration captioned with a Mama Bear saying line, depicting a domestic scene with adults and a child around furniture. It appears to be general family humor. **"Return of an Arctic Explorer"** is a dialogue-based satire between an EXPLORER and his WIFE. The joke mocks explorers' tall tales: the wife skeptically questions his Arctic adventure claims—earmuffs, bear encounters, syrup consumption—suggesting he's exaggerating or fabricating details. The satire targets the popular "explorer returning with fantastic stories" genre, implying such adventurers embellish their experiences for dramatic effect. **"An Unguarded Queen"** appears to be a brief piece about the difference between unwritten and written laws, though context is limited.
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JUN=8'26 OCiB702413 “AND THEN THE MAMA BEAR SAID THE CHILDREN’S HOUR ‘Wito’s BEEN EATING MY PORRIDGE? Return of an Arctic Explorer XPLORER: Sure is good to be E back. Ran into a blizzard that was as tough as any I ever met. How's everything ? Wire: Same as usual. Did you wear rubbers every time you went out? Exrtorer: Yeh, sure! It's pretty dreary up there near the Pole. Nothing but ice, ice Wire chamois chest-protector I gave you Expiorer nd snow, I hope you didn’t forget the You know, we caught a bear cub and made I wore it, all right a sort of pet out of it— Wire: Did you take that regularly? ough syrup Exrrorer: Of course. He was a cute jigger, but one day came looking for him— Wire: Were the knitted comfortable? Exrtorer: Great! And the mother took her cub and made off Tittle his mother socks I woolen with it, stalking away over the ice in great dig- nity. Wire: I'l bet you e you take those earmuffs al er: To tell the truth, dear, they sort of blew away were ing the bliz zard Wire: The like a man. You might | your death of cold. Ye and I'll h idea! An Unguarded Queen H® (angrily) D you alway be lieve everything tells you? Sue ( comicbooks.com