Life, 1926-07-15 · page 9 of 37
Life — July 15, 1926 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous sections typical of Life's satirical format: **"Speaking of Desert Islands"** is a farewell poem by Franklin P. Adams addressing a departing woman, using Byron's romantic style ironically. **"Just Between Us Girls"** is a gossip column where one woman describes meeting a Count at the Katzenpfeifers' party. The joke mocks upper-class social pretension—she breathlessly catalogs his supposed exotic attributes (Balkan origin, dark eyes, "divine" manner) before revealing he's merely a flirt and social climber. The satire targets how wealthy women romanticize foreign aristocrats and mistake superficial charm for genuine distinction. The accompanying illustration shows women at a social gathering examining what appears to be a mirror or reflective object. Other brief humor pieces include observations about yard work, urban safety, and circus performers—typical Life magazine social commentary.
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Li Speaking of Desert Islands ADY, who many an aching mile Lo From metropolitan environs Have vanished with your silver smile— Farewell, farewell! (the word is Byron's). Farewell! and if you think the heart Of this inconsequential blighter Droops at the moment you depart, You never in your life were righter. Farewell! farewell! O magic maid, Your absence makes the summer chilly. Not I to sport here in the shade With any other Amaryll You cause the lonely town to ache; The Youless world is dull and flat, an Intolerable globe... You make A desert island of Manhattan. Franklin P. Adams. So as Not to Harrow the Conscience TPHE grass in my front yard ought to be cut, the hedge cds trimming, my two rows of potatoes could stand my apple tree would benefit from a spraying, my wife has mentioned several times that the flower bed with the rose bush should be weeded, the rambler ought to be pruned, and there must be at least a dozen other odd jobs to be tackled around the house and garden. But the only time I have to do it in is the only time I have for golf. Well! You know how a man hates to forgo his exer- cise. Bill Sy hoeing, HE city editor of to- mobile hi pedestrian cros good story. ay will tell you that if an auto- pedestrian, that isn’t news; but if the es the street safely, that’s a whale of a Housewife: wUNGRY? AND WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT? ANYTHING AT ALL, MUM—SO AS I GET THE RITZ ORCHESTRA Tramp: ON YOUR RADIO. Le SUST BETWEEN US GIRLS Y DEAR, have you MET this Count Something-or- other who's staying with the K enpfeiffers? Well, ACTUALLY, he’s the most “INATING person—I mean I HO PLY think he’s the CL EREST man I've ever met and he’s ADORABLE looking with that sort of pale, ETHEREAL expression and simply HUGE dark eyes and the most GORGEOUS vy hair you've ever se something from the BALKANS, which are somewhere around where the World War was, he s, and he danced INCE NTLY with me at the party last id, my dear, he said he thought I looked RUS- adored violet —wasn’t it pi AMING? Well, I mean, of COUR FLIRT and I didn't believe a WORD he said but HONESTLY, my dear, I mean those counts CAN make love beautifully—I mean they sort of RAISE it to a kind of DIVINE sort of thing instead of just a PETTING party—and when they kiss you it’s a kind of DIVINE feeling because I mean they know how, my dear—you know they ACTUALLY do! Of cours would be perfectly FATAL to marry any one like that because I mean they're BOUND to be unfaithful because women are simply running after them all the TIME, but they make the most THRILLING lovers be- cause they keep on telling you how BEAUTIFUL you are and_ they don’t think of anything else!” Lloyd Mayer. His Loss PARTMENT DWELL- your radio kept me ne o'clock this morning. His Netausor: You should have stayed awake about half an hour longer. I got some great stuff from Chicago then. Overheard at the Circus MANAGER OF SIDE SHOW: You want to speak to the Hindu mystic, miss? Fair Vistror: Yes. her sister Bridget. ea arora Tell her it’s comicbooks.com