Life, 1926-12-16 · page 11 of 34
Life — December 16, 1926 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate pieces of satirical content: 1. **"A Dress-Goods Saleslady to Her Lover"** (poem by Carr Liggett): A woman laments her lover's absence, describing Copenhagen and natural decay—likely commentary on romantic disappointment or wartime separation. 2. **"Mrs. Pep's Diary"**: Social satire about an upper-middle-class woman navigating post-Thanksgiving weekend social obligations, including visits to posters and managing household staff—typical Life magazine commentary on domestic pretension. 3. **"Overheard in the Locker Room"**: Golf club banter where a man justifies excessive golfing as exercise and "country living," while complaining about commuting. This satirizes wealthy men prioritizing leisure over practicality. 4. **"Just as Good"**: A brief joke about a hotel clerk misdirecting guests to the "ante-room." The illustrations are modest pen sketches typical of 1920s-era Life magazine humor.
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Life A Dress-Goods Saleslady to Her Lover OOK, dear, where yonder henna sun drops down Out of the buff and Copenhagen sky Into those pools of palest mauve that lie Behind the mulberry wood beyond the town; There where the hedge so caravan and brown Crosses the bisque path ambling quaintly by, In the taupe twilight—there ycu told me why Sorrento distance called you to renown. Since then the moons have been less tangerine; The woods have grown a dismal cordovan; s has turned dead heather and dull green; nge blossoms faded to rattan: I feared you'd not come back, that you had fled Because—because my tresses were plain red. Carr Liggett. CN Peps Diary Nov. Over my breakfast mail I did ponder how * unfortunate it is that the Pilgrim Fathers 23rd could not have looked into the future and forescen the week-end as the institution it has become, for then they could have set aside Friday as a day of Thanksgiving, or even Saturday, and things would have been more satisfactory both for those who like holidays and those who do not, myself being listed amongst the latter. Did on my new blue poplin, and so forth to walk through the town, stopping to look in on Cora Scovil, busy at her patch posters, and she told me that recently she did suddenly realize that she hath nine persons on her pay-roll, whereupon she did straightway start to read Henry Ford on mass production. Godfrey Curtin there also, protesting his unwillingness to stand as godparent for his brother's new infant on the grounds that those who serve in that capacity for the coming generation will be not only potential sources of spending money but natural targets for occasional bail. From what I know of Godfrey, methinks that the renunciation of the devil and all his works were a greater deterrent than any prospective cheque-signing. ‘To luncheon with Mar- jorie Patterson in her new apartment, most attractive, and she told me that she docs sit in her kitchen most of the time, nor do I blame her, neither, for it is the sort of kitchen which would make even Peggy Joyce or Fanny Ward wish that she were a simple hausfrau with a good man stomping in from the collieries, and Marjorie has hung an original Gilman Low on the wall as proof of her affection for the room, an action which does remind me of the days of my youth when I was mocked for wearing an orchid in the lapel of my somewhat passé raglan. Ordered to - mor- row's provender betimes, and then out to match my compact powder box, which I could not do, to my unspeakable (Continued on page 28) Nov. 24th SAINT “NICK” “WELL, ELOISE, 1 HOPE YOU PROVE TO BE AN EFFICIENT MAID.”” “IP YOU DON’T MIND, MADAM, I'D PREFER TO BE KNOWN AS A PAID GUEST.” Overheard in the Locker Room “T PLAYED a good game to-day. I did well. Pretty well, that is. I was kind of clumsy, though. Not so good, I guess. Sometimes I'm clumsy that way. Then I don’t do well. You can’t do well when you're clumsy. Not in golf, anyway. It’s a good game, though. It keeps you fit. Keeps you in good condition. I was in bum condition last week. I felt bad. I played too much, I guess. I was worn out. It’s kind of wearing on you. Yes, I play tennis, too. That's a good game. It’s good for you. TI : is good. It's different from golf. You don't walk so much. It's not so wearing. Yes, you got to run, I guess. That's wearing sometimes. But it’s good for you. The exercise is good. That's why I live here. In the country, I mean. Yes, for my health, It’s healthy, I guess. The commuting is hard, though. I got to commute to the city. I work there now. Yes, every day. I got Sun- days, though, It’s hard. The commuting, I mean. It's wearing, kind of. Rid- ing back and forth every day. But it’s good for you, I guess. zood to live in the coun. The exercise is good.” W.W. Scott. Just as Good UEST (to hotel clerk): We want to play poker. Can you show us to the card room? Crerk: Sorry, sir, but the card room is in use just now. Would the ante-room do? comicbooks.com