Life, 1927-01-13 · page 16 of 39
Life — January 13, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"The Bedtime Story in the Truck Driver's Home"** (top cartoon): A humorous domestic scene showing a truck driver telling his children a bedtime story, with speech bubbles containing exaggerated truck-driver dialect and slang—satirizing how working-class men speak and the rough language they use around children. 2. **"Cars" poem** (right): A lighthearted verse mocking American automobile culture and brand preferences, particularly Nash and Packard vehicles—poking fun at car enthusiasts' devotion to specific makes. 3. **"An Industry Epoch"** (bottom cartoon): Depicts Ford factory workers adjusting to a five-day work week (vs. the traditional six-day schedule), showing the organizational chaos and human adjustment this labor reform caused in manufacturing plants. All three pieces reflect 1920s-era American working-class life and industrial changes.
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NOW, WoT O’vE SPOSE WE SAID? NEN WHat WE SEX TO OLD MR, WHITE LIVERED —t!— 42! GIT outa, were! vere THE BEDTIME STORY IN TIE TRUCK DRIVER'S HOME December This day I did meakct my annua 2ist tom, in “regard to the packages which have arrived, and the first so undesirable a gift that I was at some pains not to burst into tears. I had liefer feel sorrowful over it now, however, than on Christmas Day. And when Sam did try to cheer me up with the original sug- gestion that it might have been worse, I did ask him, As, for i stance, what? whereto he responde An elephant’s tusk with the entire history of Japan carved upon it. Then to the second parcel, and lo! I was in transports of delight, for it was a complete assortment of Toujours Fidéle, one of my favorite scents, from Frances Hartmann of Chicago, and I was on the point of wir- ing her that my Yuletide was made, even though I should receive nought else, my pleasure being so great that I did forego further re- searches. The morning gone in petty tasks during which I did have an ear open for the postman, for I am al- ways a-twitter over Christ- mas cards, however formal and stereotyped, and do not hold with those who deem their exchange a silly busi- ness. Reading in the vari- ous journals which I had saved over from Sunday, I did come across a paragraph by Alexander Woollcott on as is cus- tabloid dramatic criticisms, and was reminded of how an usher had said, He’s a damned good critic! of a man who was actively ill during a performance of Billie Burke in ‘Rose Briar. To luncheon at an inn with Lydia Loomis, who is in love again, poor wretch, and she tells me that she has ceased tempo- rarily to associate with Enid Libby and Beth Whittaker, because this time she is so gone that she cannot listen to detailed conversation with any patience, but Lord! if there be any individual more boring than a person in love who longs to talk about it, I have yet to discover him. (Continued on page 28) Cars (After Joyce Kilmer) . THINK that I shall never smash A car as lovely as a Nash: A Nash that looks at Fords all day And turns disdainfully away: A Nash that’s every bit as natty As a Hispano or Bugatti. I like a car with lots of guts, That doesn’t run by fits and Stutz: A car that labors without stint: A Studebaker, or a Flint: A bus that shuns all earthly cars, And intimately lives with Stars: That grips the road with its bal- loons, Whose windshield mingles with the Moons! Poems are nade by fools like me, But only Packard can make a Packard. Norman R. Jaffray. Incompatibility OB: What's the trouble between you and your masseur? Bor: Oh, he rubs me the wrong way! USTICE is surely blind when avi- ators, who are rapidly conquering the air, are frequently killed, and saxophone players, who are attempt- ing to poison it, go unharmed. f Pal f22MOEEA f= Tew?Te oe asl An Industry Epoch CHANGING THE WORKS IN FORD EMPLOYEES TO FIVE-DAY MOVEMENTS. comicbooks.com