Life, 1926-12-30 · page 5 of 37
Life — December 30, 1926 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains humorous social commentary typical of 1920s Life magazine. The main cartoon "Hollywood Idol" depicts a police officer and fashionable woman discussing a taxi ride and equity investments—satirizing how even ordinary people were speculating in stock during the Jazz Age boom. The "Life" column mocks a debutante party attendee's anxieties about dancing etiquette and social propriety, suggesting young people were obsessed with status and romantic maneuvering. "A True Universalist" jokes about a woman's husband becoming religious after picking up sermons from various cities—implying superficial, trendy spirituality rather than genuine faith. The remaining sections present brief comedic dialogues about marriage, divorce, and relationships, reflecting period anxieties about changing social mores, particularly regarding women's independence and modern courtship.
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! 1 gust LEPT A T THOUSAND-DOLLAR BRACE- IN A TAXICAB, 1 SHOULD ADV you To BUY A ROLLS-ROYCE AND DRIVE IT YOURSELP—I1T’S CHEAPER! Thoughts of a Stag at a Débutante Party OU n't get two feet with that knockout in blue what a lulu she is I wish I could get her into a cozy corner for ten minutes I bet she’s good petting Lord I suppose I've got to get these duty dances over with but what if I get stuck I always do why should you Hollywood Idyl “FE ELLO, Moe.” “Hello, Joe.” “Workin’?” “Nope. But I sure got somethin’ sweet lined up.” “I ain't workin’ neither but I got somethin’ big gonna break soon.” “In a coupla months, Joc, when Superb, Magnificent and Goldfarb combine they’s gonna be a spot made to order for me “Moe, you're fulla hooey. Gold- farb’s gonna combine with Trueart and jair—and that’s when the gravy’s gonna run my way.” “Don’ be silly, Joe. I got all my dope from Jesse Lasky.” “Don’ gimme no argument, Moe. I just come from lunch with Louis Mayer.” “Well, whassa diff—make me an offer for my equity in a lot out in Beverly Hills.” “I'll swap you my equity in a new Lincoln sedan for your equi “Nope. Thassail wet. some more over at the club. “Qak—gimme a buzz sometime.” “So long, Joe. 0 long, Moe.” Robert Lord. How It Happened % H EY,’ shouted the Traffic Cop, “ya can't stop to gather no moss on this hill! Can't ya read that sign? This here is a one-way hill.” Whereupon the Rolling Stone sighed sweetly, re- leased his brakes and rolled wearily He: She: He: you've DO YOU BELIEVE KISSING 18 UNHEALTHY? 1 COULDN'T SAY—I'VE NEVER EVER BEEN KISSED?* on, She: 1’'vE NEVER BEEN SICK. dance with any one you don’t want to dance with it beats me nobody has any manners any more anyway I don’t believe the girls remember who dances with them wonder what was in those cocktails somebody ought to tell Jimmy Dalton to go home while he can walk they'll have to call an ambulance for him why did that girl give me such a dirty look when I cut in here goes for that girl in blue again well I like that every time 1 cut in on her that big bum cuts back like to know who he thinks he is anyway I'll show him the big cheese where's she gone to anyway I bet she went out with him well that’s always my luck I s’pose I ought to get these duty dances over with but thank God all those dread- naughts seem to have gone home well I guess it’s time I had another drink. Lloyd Mayer. A True Universalist FTERNOON CALLER: And your husband has become vio- lently religious? Mrs. Rapionvut: I should say so. Last Sunday he picked up the offer- tory from Fort Worth, the text from Winnipeg, the sermon from Boston and the doxology from San Fran- cisco. Qualified Both Ways LEANOR: I'm sick of mar- ried life. Mitprep: Well, you can always get a divorce. Exveanor: Oh, I'm sick of that, too. AS she ever been mixed up in a scandal?” “Rather — I've never heard her get the details of one straight.” comicbooks.com