Life, 1927-02-10 · page 10 of 43
Life — February 10, 1927 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two separate pieces of satirical content: **"Thin Stuffing"** (left): A narrative story about Winthrop Beasley, a playwright who awkwardly pursues a woman named Thelma at a social gathering. The satire mocks pretentious artistic types and their clumsy social interactions. **"Pay Day at Fleischmann's Yeast Headquarters"** (top right): A cartoon depicting workers at a yeast company facility. The illustration satirizes workplace dynamics and labor conditions in an industrial setting, though the specific satirical point is unclear from the visible text. **"One Never Does"** (bottom right): A brief dialogue joke about allowances and trading in old items—light domestic humor. The overall tone is genteel, urbane satire targeting middle and upper-class social pretensions and workplace absurdities typical of 1920s-era Life magazine humor.
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Thin Stuffing A Cross Section of Any Smart Novel WINTHROP BEASLEY, the playwright, lay languidly on the be f his neck, one tendon of Achilles drooped uncomfortably over a doorknob. “ Ginevra’s a itsy-bitsy muskmelon, an muskmelon,” sang Gin- evra, pouting. She had had three curagaos in rapid succession and considered herself quite drunk. Mar- tin Annis, in his clever way, referred to Gine' as “the old curagoak.” Thelma intereepted a look that passed between Bream and Jennifer Turbot. All evening he looking at her in a w a way he had been loo! ina way ina way, that is. ow way ‘way down yonder in’ the co-orn field They were starting that, now. Bream had a nice baritone, but he had an un- pleasant) way of opening his mouth when he sang. She had tried to forget .+eher husband... seven and a half years her husband -..God! Yes, that was it....God! s so the farm- er said he would put them up for the night, but...” Life Pboboniy, slibtititid bbe dt Te] aD [YEAST WORKERS] a ; PAY DAY what she used to be, ain't ain't what she used to be... . “Beautiful lady!" It was Kim- berly Ratchet who had suddenly sat down beside her. She had loved Kimberly once, when she was a little, little girl. She had had ideals then, but her complexion was frightful. What was he saying? “Your hor- mones are all deliquescent.” — Per- haps they were. Hormones. . .they had a pleasantly mystic sound. Yet, she thought, with a vague tremor of prudery, ought she to let him speak of her hormones? “No, Kim, you are too finished, Lulu: 10w po YOU LIKE THIS DRESS? Jack: WUAT DRESS? AT FLEISCHMANN’S YEAST HEADQUARTERS too smooth, too sure...too sure— toujours....” Was she speaking French or English? What did it matte) and then a month of Capri with the Plummets....Merton? Oh yes, Merton was invaluable. There was Bream, looking again. What did it mean? He was taking good look. He took a good photo- ph...he photographed well, that was. He was simply a baby witha snapshot camera. baby. . .why didn’t she have a baby? “——Ginevra wants to stand on her head,” sang Ginevra. “Ginevra’s a star—a silver sta Ginevra was asap. They were all saps. Sap —an ugly word. Where had she learned that? ss and one grasshopper jumped right over the other grasshopper’s back. With a boom—boom-boom....” Thelma felt she was suddenly going mad... . oe @ Thelma was now quite, quite mad. It didn’t make the slightest bit of difference... . Henry William Hanemann. One Never Does “DP you get a good allowance on the car you traded in for 4 new one?” “Well, not as much as I expected, but then, I didn’t expect to. OW to prevent a fire—insult the the janitor. comicbooks.com