Life, 1927-02-10 · page 8 of 43
Life — February 10, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several pieces of satirical humor rather than a single political cartoon. **"Too Late"** (top): Shows a man slumped in a chair after learning his wife came home an hour ago—despite his prayer that she wouldn't. The joke plays on the powerlessness of prayer against domestic reality. **"To the Bitter End"** (middle): References playwright Forged's execution via electric chair at Sing Sing Prison. The text describes how Forged's bitter performances supposedly drove critic Uhl N. Snow insane, leading Snow to curse Forged's continued use of the phrase "Won't you sit down?"—which Forged allegedly repeats obsessively even facing execution. **"The Post-Graduate Wife"** (bottom right): Satirizes educated wives who bore their husbands by constantly referencing his stories or asking him to fix appliances, appearing uninterested in his actual accomplishments. The humor targets marital dynamics and domestic frustrations.
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i Too Late 2 po you 1 WOULD IF GONE THE POWER OF PRAYER? HOME AN HOUR AGO. To the Bitter End UST before dawn this morning, erforce Foraged, the famous ight, satistied the demands of justice in the electric chair at Cor- rection Penitentiary. It will be recalled that Foraged shot down the well-known dramatic critic, Hail N. Snow, when the Daily Thrust out with a scathing re- view of Foraged’s play, “Presump- tion.” It claimed by Foraged’s attorneys that he had been made suddenly insane by Snow's bitter references to his continued use of the line, “Won't you. ..sit down?” Perhaps the old Mosaic Law is now satisfied, for the last words heard by Playwright Foraged were uttered by Executioner MeTight, when he unthinkingly said: “Won't you. ..sit down?” Foraged slumped into the chair and it was found he had paid his debt to society even before the current was turned on. E.T.C. Amorous Stanzas for St. Valentine’s Day To a Lady of the Chorus Y love for you would by the M sands “= Of ocean's side be reckoned, If you could wipe that smile from off Your face for just a second. To a Subway Guard 1 hang upon your smiling eyes, ang upon your thunder-claps, ¥ upon your gentle hands, I hang upon your iron straps. To the Girl in Childs’ Window No yard-stick could span my affec tion, No other my love could outstrip, If I could be there at vour window When a buckwheat refuses to flip To an Enforcement Officer Roses are red, Violets are blue, I wish that these blossoms Were piled over you. To a Radio Announcer My heart throbs at your every word, My cheeks blush like the summer rose, But I would love you more if you'd Remove your voice from out your nose. LB. Bernd. The Post-Graduate Wife SHE registers attention at all her husband's stories when he is tell- ing them to callers but she never attempts to tell one herself. She remembers to speak once ins while in admiration of his masterfal way with the radio and to wonder how he does it. She asks him to fix the electric washing machine just as if she thought he really could. When she calls for him at his of fice with the car she always slides ovt of the driver's seat. About six times a year she ask him to explain some political or ir ternational affair that is in the newy papers. McC. I. “Se your wife's down South fer her health? What did sb have?” A thousand dollars her fatber comicbooks.com