Life, 1927-01-13 · page 10 of 39
Life — January 13, 1927 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous pieces mocking social conventions of the era: **"Just Between Us Girls"** presents an exaggerated monologue by a young woman complaining about being called "livid" and "nonplussed" at a prom, then contradicting herself repeatedly while criticizing college men's behavior and taste in girls. **"The Reason"** is a brief joke about a mother asking why her son didn't wash his wrists—he claims the soap wasn't long enough. **"Prelude"** is a poem by Leonard Bronner describing urban chaos and fire, introducing a story about Moe Levinsky's fire sale. The illustration shows a car accident scene with the caption "Did he hit you?" / "Yes, but you ought to see his front fender"—a typical joke format mocking insurance claims and defensive driving excuses common to the period.
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Life SUST BETWEEN US GIRLE PLETELY nonPLUSSED because I mean I have NOT been asked to the Yale PROM yet and I mean if I am NOT asked I shall ACtually ROLL over and BUTter myself with FURY—I mean I HONestly WILL, my dear, because I mean I’m all hot and BOTHERED about it, I mean I ACtually AM! But, ANYways, my dear, I HONestly do not think that college men have any MANners any more because I mean I know this who is on the PROM committee this ar, and I mean I thought he was per- 2T and everything and I ASKED him to a party because I mean I thought it was kind of ic to ask him, I mean, but I mean he never ONCE mentioned the PROM the enTIRE time we were THERE— did you ever HEAR of any- thing so RUDE in your LIFE, my dear? I mean I think it was ACtually VILE of him to kind of deLIB- crately aVOID the SUBject the 2 way he did be- Nubbville Spark ¢ use Ht mean LOTS 0’ SPEEDIN’ MOTORISTS it kind o HAVE NOTHIN’ TO DO AFTER LOOPED. aa it THEY GET THERE. T'was TRY ing to get a BID to the PROM, I mean, which was ACtually the LAST idea in my MIND, my dear, because I mean I ACtually think college men have really not got good TASTE in girls any more, ANYways, because I mean they are always asking CHOrus girls and POISONous people like THAT to PROMS NOWadays, my dear, instead of really atTRACtive girls who are well brought UP and everything—I mean they ACtually ARE!” Lloyd Mayer. The Reason OTHER: Jimmic, why didn’t you get your wrists clean when you washed your hands? Jimaiz: The soap wasn’t long enough. Prelude THE siren shricks, and the klaxon blows— A big red blur, and ‘the engine goes Like a drunken giant through the traffic jam, Hell-bent for the flames on Amsterdam. The pavement trembles, red sparks fly As the hook-and-ladder comes pounding by. For Commerce is dead, Romance holds sway— Rome again on a holiday! The grocer leaves his counter, the policeman leaves his beat— Half the city’s urchins racing up the strect. All the world is young again—flames are leaping higher— Levy and Sullivan tearin’ towards the fire. And now black smoke comes pouring out, And the rabble all eager howl and shout As in the arena long ago When the lions and Christians put on a show. Up go the ladders! Up go the men! Fire and destruction must be met again! Up go the hoses on the water towers And the flames are drowned in their streaming showers, ** & This is the prelude to the tale Of Moe Levinsky’s fire sale. Leonard Bronner. “pip HE HIT You?” “YES, BUT YOU OUGHT TO £2E HIS PRONT FENDER.” comicbooks.com