Life, 1926-10-07 · page 27 of 44
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**"Broadway by Night"** is an editorial essay lamenting how modern urban conveniences—electric lights, streetcars, transportation—have made city life more chaotic and dangerous than the "tranquil streams" of earlier times. The piece critiques the nervous strain on pedestrians navigating Broadway's crowded nighttime streets, where cable cars pose the "greatest menace to the wayfarer." **The cartoon vignettes** are satirical social humor unrelated to the editorial: - **"Picture No. 9"**: A quiz asking readers to identify an unnamed "little fellow" famous for being second fiddle in an orchestra (unclear who without more context). - **"Not Too Thrifty"**: Colonel Jerry Conklin ironically laments taxi drivers' poor savings habits despite rainy-weather profits. - **"The Bartender" / "Vanished Americans"**: A bartender's missing double chin and big mustache made a "dreary world" for customers. - **"Hardly Liquor"**: A joke about a man's broken tooth suggesting he drank excessively at his club. The page reflects *Life's* dual purpose: serious social commentary alongside light, gossipy humor about urban characters and manners.
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L a Broadway by Night (An Editorial in “Harper's Weekly,” 189+) 1.D-FASHIONED and easy-going people must often long for the days, now gone beyond recall, when life flowed in fairly tranquil streams along the city’s thoroughfare or the gifts of science have not been secured without some sacri- fice. ‘They have added immeasurably to the sum of human comfort, and yet they have brought in much dis- comfort, too, and new and unknown perils. We have re- conquered the secrets of fairyland; the carpet of the genii takes us up and whisks us whither we will; we have tamed the lightning to our uses; a good dwmon rushes with us to business through the air; one touch of the magician's wand, and the darkness vanishes in the silver glory of a thousand stars. But in reanimating the benignant forms we have unhappily reawakened as well the ma- lignant spirits of the world of dreams, and enjoy our new blessings only at the cost of innumerable fears, of cease- less precautions, and sadly jarring nerves. Broadway, even at the best, is a madding whirl and roar of tangled vehicles and men. When the darkness falls, and the thea- tres open to receive or pour forth their multitudes, even the city-dweller needs to ex- ercise the full control of all his faculties. It is not strange if the timorous or the inelastic stranger often yields to a hopeless bewilderment as he is caught in the strong cur- rent of the self-centred throng, the seemingly inex- tricable confusion of vehicles and men. How great the Picture No. 9 WHO 18 THIS LITTLE FELLOW? WHAT IS HE FAMOUS FOR? He started out as r of the orchestra but he is playing second fiddle ronditions Contest Not Too Thrifty “CAOLONEL” JERRY CONKLIN of Woodpit says: “Considering the amount of money that taxi drivers make in rainy weather, it’s de- plorable how few of them put anything aside for a sunshiny The Bartender HE — BIG MOUSTACHE AND DOUBLE WHERE 1S cCHIN— WHOSE PASSING MADE LORNER? OWARD: Champagne al- ways makes Schuyler amorous. Jay: It’s appeal. k the Grand Vin AND DRAWING NER. Vanished Ameri. A DREARY WORLD FOR- THEY SAY YOU’LI. FIND OUR HERO MIXING GIN LAGER JUST AROUND THE COR- WHY ISN’T YOUR SISTER HERE? WAS QUITE RECOVERED FROM HER ATTACK OF TYPHOID, Cholly: site is RECOVERED. BUT, YoU KNOW, TITE DOC- TORS HAD TO CUT HER IMIR SHORT—SO, OF COURSE, SHE CAN'T BE SEEN TILL IT GROWS OUT. Miss Flashleigh: THOUGHT SHE nervous strain must be upon the poor fellows whose duty it is, on carriage seat or car platform, to thread the tangled maze without injury to property or limb, few of us have the experi- ence to judge, and fewer still perhaps ever stop to think, But a quick and sure foot, or mind and eye alert, and nerves well steadied, are demanded of the pedestrian who would brave its perils and cross from curb to curh. The feet slip upon the damp and smooth- worn stones; the din confuses; the heavy, shifting of the electric lights deceive the eye. He slips behind a receding | wagon, only to meet the hoofs of an on-coming horse, and evades this danger only to hear the angry warning and shrink from the red fire-spitting eye of the gliding dragon of the cable. The cable-car no doubt consti- tutes the greatest, as it is the new- est, menace to the wayfarer on Broadway. shadows Hardly Liquor “NZOU know, they must be serving terribly hard liquor down at the club now. George came home last night with a front tooth broken.” T seems to be about all up Arthur Guiterman. with the short skirt. comicbooks.com