Life, 1926-10-28 · page 28 of 36
Life — October 28, 1926 — page 28: what you’re looking at
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This page collects humorous anecdotes and cartoons satirizing everyday social absurdities. Key sketches include: **"The Fashionable Restaurant"**: A diner complains about a spot on his plate while the kitchen depicted shows chaotic conditions—mocking the gap between diners' pretensions and actual restaurant standards. **"The Wrong Door"**: A bishop, attempting to surprise children at a party, crawls on all fours neighing like a horse—only to discover he's entered the wrong room during a formal dinner, creating mortification. **"All That Saved Him"**: A seven-year-old boy can't convincingly play-act being shot because his good pants lack holes; his old pants' wear would make the fiction believable—satirizing childhood play and poverty simultaneously. Other sketches mock modern absurdities: a jazz band including sledge hammers and typewriters, workers licking paste while hanging ceiling paper, and a cheapskate who reserves ten cents in postage when requesting a hundred-dollar loan. The humor targets social pretension, modern chaos, and human foolishness across classes.
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Life Our Foolishg§piit- Contemporaries ‘Aut Scissors aut Nullus' The Fashionable Restaurant In the Dining-Room “LOOK AT THIS FILTI—A SPOT ON THE PLATE! GIVE ME ANOTHER, QUICK.” In the Kitchen —Bergstrim, in Sindagsnisse-Str'v (Stockholm). Beginning Early Tnev're teaching philosophy in one Kansas City kindergarten. A five. old student was asked the other d “I have to.”"—Kansas City Star. The Wrong Door A wrLLt-KNowN bishop set out one night to attend a party “given by children for chil- dren.” “Don't announce me,” he said to the servant, Leaving his coat and hat downstairs, he quietly opened the drawing-room door, where the buzz of voices announced the presence of company. Dropping on his hands and knees, he entered, making strange noises distinctly resembling the neighing of a horse. Aware of a dead silence, he looked up, and found the guests assembled for an cight-o'clock dinner regarding him with disgust, not unmixed with fear. The party was next door. —Tit-Bits (London). Bl Jah Bi n, MY HuswanD! quick, YoOu’RE A BURGLAR!” —Everybody’s Weekly (London). “HEAVENS! say Educated Dad “Div Bill's college education do much is father learned « lot.” —Boston Transcript. “Ou, WHAT A PI You sav “ne YOUR AGE VM SAVING UP FOR AN AUTOMATIC PisToL!? —Le Canard Enchainé (Paris). Credited to Reserve “You'nr a funny fellow,” said Ander- sen, mecting his friend Hendriksen in the street. “I wrote you for the loan of a hundred and all you sent was ninety.” “I reserved the ten for stamps when I started asking for repayment,” explained Hendriksen.—Karikaturen (Oslo). A Long Drink Between Times Sur: It's awfully stuffy on the floor, Ronald. How about drinking out the next two dances?—New Yorker. “It’s a wise saleswoman that knows who t’ call dearie.” —Abe Martin, in Indianapolis News. A movement to abolish poorhouses is now bruited. The space is needed for garages.—Collier's. All That Saved Him Gonpox, seven years old, was play bandit, and for some time had been stig gering around as if badly wounded, without actually toppling over as a vic- tim of the imaginary bullets of his play- mates. A neighbor watching the gaine called to him: “Gordon, why don't you fall down?" “I can't,” answered the boy crossly; “I'm not allowed to. If I had on my old pants I'd have been dead long ago.” —American Hebrew Up to the Minute Lvs Proprietor (to jazz band leader): What irstruments have you got? Jazz Banp Leaver: A piano, ten saxo- phones, two sledge hammers, a saw, five kettledrums and a typewriter. —Fliegende Blitter (Munich). “Firrees revolvers in a suitea: read. Sounds like a Mexican packing for his holidays—Everybody's Weekly. Foreman (to workman trying to hang paper on ceiling): Nan tTueNxf wor'’s THE IDEA, LICKING OFF THE PASTE? —Windsor Magazine (London). comicbooks.com