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This page contains several brief humorous anecdotes typical of *Life*'s satirical format, plus advertisements. The cartoons mock everyday situations: a woman reporting her husband missing (the joke being the inspector's skepticism upon seeing the photo), a promoted student wishing her beloved old teacher knew enough to teach her advanced material, and various workplace absurdities. "The Complete Gob" defines sailor slang—a "gob" will lend everything except his girlfriend and resents being relieved late from watch duty. It satirizes masculine camaraderie and working-class priorities. The Pickwick beer advertisement uses dark humor: a fire-eating circus performer blows on his soup, which the ad awkwardly connects to Prohibition-era drinking. The implication is that despite legal alcohol bans, Pickwick beer delivers satisfaction to those "yearning" for it—a transparent wink at circumventing Prohibition laws through beer consumption. The Wetzel pretzel ad occupies the lower left, emphasizing craftsmanship.

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Wanted! Sie came into the police station with 29 The Complete Gob A simpatate is a guy who will lend you a photograph in her hand. sMy Iushand has disappeared,” said she. “This is his photo.” And she handed Exhibit A to the inspector. “[ want him found at once.” she added, ‘The inspector looked up from the hotograph. e . he asked. —London Daily Chronicle. A New Grade A swat girl who had done unusually well in the second grade was promoted he third, Upon meeting her teacher, she loved dearly, her first. words “Gee, but T wish you knew enough to teach me next year!" —Boston Transcript. “Corsa to put your fighter into the “Ir 1 can find a story with sufficient literary merit to suit him, —Louiseille Courier-Journal, As American undertaker has written a series of film comedies. Cinema pa- are requested not to read the sub- AT NOME WITIT THE JUGGLER WHO GOT TRIPLETS, —Séndagsnisse-Strir (Stockholm). his last nickel, give you his neckerchief so you can go ashore, lend you his car, if any, his likker, his last cigarette, who will even lie for you, if need be, at mast or any such emergency, who will go to the bat for you and fight for you both ashore and on board and will lend you anything but his girl, but who gets sore as hell when you relieve him two minutes late for a watch.—Great Lakes Bulletin. Abbott's Busters. sample, by Xo tonte better, than W . Baltimore, Md. moll, 25 ets W. Abbott & The Awful Condition of Jones “Tenpy Joxes says you got him blotto the other nigh “Blotto! Why it took a cabbie get me to bed. I got him so shot that nd two hall porters to —Bulletin (Sydney). Baxorr (fo bank teller): And get a move on you! Don't you know 1 can only park my ut there for fifteen minutes?—Saturday Evening Post. “Is she intellectual “No, I find her very intelligent. —Cincinnati Cynic. y Thursday, simultaneously in the United States, anada and British Possessions. Title registered in U. $5.00 a year in advance. Additional postage to foreigi the Postal Union, $1.60 a year; to Canada, $0 cents. Back ers cannot be supplied. text and illustratio f Britain apy to Loudon, E. C., Engta' rx are copyrighted. For Reprint Rights Rolls House, Bre Buildings, Fetter Rolls House, American Montreal,’ Canada. mped and r the loss or 4 from Live's London Office, >. Canadian distributor, | Th James Street, - Breams Buildings, News Company return of unsol Notice o to the date ¢ h teeeks prior issue to be affected, i Enrabiished 1876 and 4 E Forty-Fourth Street NEW YORK L enjoy a national pat- ronage—evidence | of the prestige of || I || their craftsmanship. He blew on-his soup! ( u NEWSPAPERMAN had lunch with some circus freaks. Seated next to him was the man who eats fire. The fire-eater blew on his soup! We don’t like to blow about. PICK- WICK, but we drop this hint: If you are parched by prohibition, sip some PICKWICK and immediately ex- perience the ineffable amazement of thou- sands who already have assuaged the anguish of their hitherto yearning throats, PICKWICK PALE and STOUT The Finest Brewed At the better clubs, hotels and restaurants REFFER & CO., BOSTON, MASS. comicbooks.com