Life, 1927-02-24 · page 17 of 39
Life — February 24, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: 1. **"A Song of Slush"** — A poem mocking complaint and misery, using "slush" as metaphor for life's difficulties. 2. **"The Boor"** — A sketch about a rude houseguest (Mr. Blink) who violates social etiquette: scuffing bridge pads, misusing linens, damaging books, and wet shower curtains. The satire targets poor manners among the wealthy or socially ambitious. 3. **"Co-operation"** — A humorous marriage contract where a husband demands his wife join clubs, attend theater, study French, and buy consumer goods. The wife's worries about dreaming of "the seventh regiment" suggest anxiety about infidelity, satirizing both marital control and women's limited autonomy. The cartoons mock early 20th-century social pretensions, domestic friction, and gender dynamics.
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A Song of Slush RITHEE, listen to— To my wail of woe! sea Slip—and down you go; Did you think it plush That you sat on? No! Sing a song of slush! Brow of pallid hue, Weeping eyes below; Fearful of the “flu,” Timorous of toe, Wandering to and fro So we rage and rush Through the welter. O Sing a song of slush! Bitter is our brew; We have eaten crow; What can mortals do?— Sniff and sneeze and blow! How the runnels flow! How the gutters gush! This is truth, I trow; Sing a song of slush! L’Envot. Such a dale of dough! Such a mess of mush! Hey, my Muse, and ho! Sing a song of slush! Clinton Scollard. Co-operation “QWEETHEART, once we're mar- ried I shall expect you to in- troduce a chow dog into the house, and when you're not bathing it or knitting little coats for it, you will be 3 having your hair bobbed, your face massaged, and your mind improved. You will become a mem- ber of two or three literary discus- sion groups and charity associations, and five times a year you will hold a spear or carry a tray in some Little Theatre. Moreover, I shall expect you to have a great deal to say about furs, interior decorating, the servant problem, rummage sales, etiquette, John Gilbert, and the men you might have married. You will take up the study of French, and I shall expect you also to buy at least one cigarette holder every week, and one ship model, and one doll. “If you don’t do all these things,” concluded the professional humorist, BN’ She: My Gosu! 17’s ONE O'CLOCK AND MOTHER HAS ME LOCKED ouT! He: HOW IN THE WORLD WILL YOU GET IN? She: Tuere’s NOTING TO DO BUT WAIT HERE ON THE PORCH UNTIL SHE GETS HOME, The Boor M*: You seem to have turned against Mr. Blink, Susie; I thought you wanted him to visit us. Susie: I did, Ma. But he’s proved his culture. He’s walked on my hook rugs; he’s cut the leaves in all my best books; he insists on keeping score on my bridge pads; he uses the Madeira napkins at tea; he uses the guest towels; he’s sat on.all the divan pillows, and this morning I discovered the hand-painted shower- curtain in the bathroom was actually all wet! I'll be in a bad way for material. Jane: YoU REMEMBER, YOU TOLD ME THAT IF 1’D PUT A PIECE OF THAT WED- DING CAKE UNDER MY PILLOW I WOULD DREAM ABOUT MY FUTURE HUSBAND? Joan: WELL, pip you? N° one carries his liquor well any Jane: THAT'S WHAT WORRIES ME; I DREAMT ABOUT THE SEVENTH REGIMENT. more, except the bootlegger. comicbooks.com