Life, 1926-11-11 · page 8 of 45
Life — November 11, 1926 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** "The Lions' Coach" depicts anthropomorphized lions in a sports huddle, with the coach instructing them to "put your claws in it." The satire compares ruthless football tactics to predatory animal behavior, suggesting that competitive football players are encouraged to be aggressive and injurious—"like hell, I'll carry the ball." **Middle Section:** "What Goes On When the Players Huddle" presents a lengthy humorous monologue capturing locker-room banter. Players discuss borrowed equipment, romantic entanglements, and strategic plays in crude, colloquial language. **Bottom Cartoon:** "Ain't the Wimmen a Riot, Ferd" shows a man with a lion, appearing to mock female enthusiasm for football. The page satirizes early 20th-century American football culture—its violence, machismo, and the social phenomenon of female spectators.
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The Lions’ Coach: Get 1x THERE! For Old Alma Martyr HARD! THINK THIS 18? A TEA? PUT YOUR CLAWS IN IT. Strothman WHAT DO You What Goes On When the Players Huddle “NATOW listen, you eggs, on the next play...hey, George, did I say you could borrow my other jersey?...blue eyes the size of soup tureens and she’s got three cars... like hell, I'l carry the ball—I car- ried it play before last...shut up, you guys, will you—so the two Irishmen came to a lonely farm- house...tell ’em the one about the school teacher...the left end runs back, sce...yeah, and the last time Wrong I got you a girl, what did you do? ..-kicked me in the ankle, the big slob...listen, why don't we pull that fake shift?...what fake shift? —that reminds me, this guy comes in a store and says have you got any... not that play, Harry, f'gossakes, that’s a...sweet A-do-line—that’s sour—s' -ah, you couldn’t carry the ball if it had a handle on it... here’s a good one, Joe gives it to Ed and Ed gives it to Harry and Harry “AIN'T THE WIMMEN A RIOT, FERD, THE WAY THEY FALL FOR A FOOTBALL SUIT?” —what's the matter with it. I just thought it up...well, I'm only one man in eleven, but if you ask me... oh, baby, can she neck?.. .tackle low, it’s the only way...naw, the last time we tried that, I strained my back. ..yeah, and I'm getting pretty tired of holding back your man as well...Vah-len-cia, tum-te-tum... oh, for a shot of gin... forward pass, don’t make me laugh. ..send me a wire if you decide anything... who's the broad with the big bunch of violets?...he certainly does, three hundred a game, told me so himself .--for the third and last time, George, will you carry the ball?... Ah, hell, let’s kick!" (The fullback goes around right end for two yards.) Henry William Hanemann. Flowers, Taxies, Etc. LINK (sadly): Well, Hattie has broken our engagement. I guess I’m done for. Bian: For just how much? WHEN better movies are made nobody will go to see them. comicbooks.com