Life, 1927-02-17 · page 5 of 34
Life — February 17, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several humorous pieces rather than political cartoons: **"That Cherry-Tree Incident"** satirizes young George Washington's famous (likely apocryphal) story of chopping down his father's cherry tree. The anecdote is presented as modern biography, with young George caught stealing cherries and ordered to hide them in the stables—a comedic twist on the moral lesson typically attached to the tale. **"To Some Lady (or Other) Who Sent a Valentine"** is a romantic poem with humorous variable word choices (bracketed options like "dusky/golden/bright" for hair color), satirizing generic, mass-produced Valentine verses. **"Modern"** and **"Slogan"** are brief witty one-liners about contemporary life and Nicaraguan commerce. The lower illustration depicts a rural scene, possibly referencing "Skinnerville" or "Coral Gables," though its specific satirical target is unclear.
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He: win you Marry Me? She: You’LL HAVE TO WAIT TILL I GET HOME AND LOOK AT MY ENGAGEMENT BOOK. That Cherry-Tree Incident (As Recent Biographers Would See It) L TTLE GEORGE WASHINGTON carefully sur- veyed the wreckage of his father’s favorite cherry- tree. His pickaninny friend, Sambo, watched him ad- miringly as he plucked a particularly luscious bunch of cherries that had always been just beyond his reach. “Got you at last, babies!" George commented, placing them under his hat. “You're just what I need to top off the cocktails for the party to-night.” - Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father approaching. “Here, Sambo,” he called sharply. “Take hatchet and hide down at the stables with it.” The guileless Sambo, ever obedient, was soon out of sight with the telltale instrument. Entered Washington, Senior, to inspect his favorite cherry-tree. “George!” he barked, menacingly. “Do you know what damned ras- cal chopped down this tree?” “Hell, no, Father,” an- swered George, calmly. “But I just saw Sambo go- ing down toward the stables with a hatchet in his hand.” Whereupon, as Washing- ton, Senior, hurried away, little George entered the house, poured himself a stiff drink, stuffed a pair of dice in his pocket, and went out to call on his lady friends. L. C. Beutel. Modern “MDHIS Speedeze coach,” said the salesman, “has just been reduced one hun- dred and fifty dollars—” “IT don’t care anything about the price,” protested the prospective buyer. “How much is the first payment?” this LOGAN for Nicaraguan merchants: “Sell It to the Marines.” “SURE. Life To Some Lady (or Other) Who Sent a Valentine T warms me to the heart, dear one, to know How ardently your lips aspire to mine— I love you, too, Louise! (Perhaps it’s Flo?) That every fleeting day seems dull and slow When I am absent—that you droop and pine— It warms me to the heart, dear one, to know. dusky glow golden bright brown Of your hair; I see your eyes shine, black slate I love you, too, Louise! (Perhaps it’s Flo?) Nightly I'm haunted by | Oh, tell me further how you ache to go Into my arms and find sweet anodyne.... It warms me to the heart, dear one, to know. Although you give no slightest hint to show Who you might be, I hail you as divine. I love you, too, Louise! (Perhaps it's Flo?) Meet me to-morrow evening, rain or snow, And please be sure to bring that amorous line: It warms me to the heart, dear one, to know. I love you, too, Louise! (Perhaps it’s Flo!) Simonetta, THE man who kisses and tells is merely filling out one of those college questionnaires, WHAT’D YER THINK IT WUZ—CORAL GABLES?” comicbooks.com