Life, 1926-11-18 · page 7 of 44
Life — November 18, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces typical of 1920s Life magazine: 1. **"The Studio Café"** (Robert Lord): A Hollywood satire about an aspiring actress waiting to meet a studio executive, reflecting the era's fascination with movie industry corruption and the exploitation of young women seeking stardom. 2. **"The Final Decision"** (J.A.S.): A domestic comedy about a father questioning his son's choice of girlfriend, with the son defensively listing material concerns (mortgages, investments) before admitting he simply loves her. It satirizes young men's materialism and anxiety. 3. **Bottom cartoon**: A joke about a woman's great-great-grandfather arriving on the Mayflower, with the punchline questioning whether he brought scotch—a prohibition-era reference mocking both genealogical snobbery and illegal alcohol.
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Lifre “HATTA WE GOT TO BE THANKFUL FO’—’aT’s WHAT 1 WANTS TO KNOW.” “WELL—THEY’S LOTS WORSE OFF ’N WHAT Us 18, THANK GAWD FO’ THAT.” The Studio Café “QO I been waiting in his office to see him since last 7 Tuesday...everybody admits she’s a rotten actress bat still she draws down five thousand a week... jest call Hollywood 7000 and ask for Al...so after Lasky told me my work had saved the picture. ..then the boy busts through the door just when the heavy’s makin’ the girl...instead of bringing all these people from Europe, if they’d just give me a chance...I’m gonna wait outside the studio and when that so-and-so-and-such-and- soch buttonhole-maker comes out to get in his car, I’m gonna bust him one so hard that...as soon as Hor- tense gets out of jail you and I'll go over to her apartment and...I've worked one day since last Christmas but I'm not a bit discouraged... to money but I'll give you a note and my equily in a beach club member- ship...ask anybody who knows—I really wrote ‘THE BIG PARADE’ :--I called him this morning like he told me but his secretary said he vas in Europe....1 give a great per- formance; the rest of the picture's impossible... just till Monday, old boy, then I’m sure to get something in Cruze’s new picture...if you rally want to know who shot him...” Robert Lord. US CAN A READING of the smoking to- bacco ads. leads to the impres- sion that gentlemen prefer blends. Sonnet To a Young Lady with Fashionable Finishing-School Handwriting LOVE the notes you send me every week In rose-lined envelopes of foreign brand, And always do my best to understand The precious message that I’m sure you seck To send me, in those cryptic lines oblique; I gaze enraptured at your charming hand, Feeling that each quaint pen-stroke there must stand For something quite enchantingly unique. The many underlines, the dots like o's, The way you make page 2 become page 4, And write across the page (or up) and close At the beginning—all these I adore: But with your letters there’s one thing I need— In each, a copy, typed, that I can read. Don Gray. The Final Decision “Dp? you love the girl?” asked her father. “Good gracious,” cried the practical young man. “Do you think for a minute I'd mortgage my future happiness, my social aspirations, my business hopes and my investment program, my shekels and my salary, if I didn’t have the firm conviction that I'd never be satisfied without her to help me, prod me, spur me, advise me, pity me, bore me, pep me up and egg me on?” “No,” sighed the father, shaking his head sadly. “But you can’t have her, my boy. You talk too much like a man who's had something to do with women before.” J. A. S. “MY GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDFATHER CAME OVER ON THE MAYPLOWER.” “pID HE BRING ANY scoTcit?” comicbooks.com