Life, 1927-03-17 · page 10 of 43
Life — March 17, 1927 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two separate pieces of humor: **"Bottoms Up!"** (left): A story about Jean Auguste Detroix, a Montreal waiter observed at a fancy hotel. The joke involves him pretending to study an extensive wine list while actually unable to read, then making absurd pronouncements about wines to impress a customer. The humor satirizes both pretentious wine culture and working-class people attempting to fake sophistication. **"Greetings"** (right): An Irish-themed humorous piece written in exaggerated Irish dialect, celebrating Irish romantic sentimentality and love of the landscape. It's lighthearted ethnic humor typical of the era. **The cartoon** (bottom left) depicts a flirtation between two characters named Maude and Claire, with mild innuendo about "necking" — period slang for kissing/intimacy.
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“Bottoms Up!” EAN AUGUSTE DETROIS, a waiter in one of the taverns in Montreal largely patronized by thirsty Americans, has been taken to the Hétel Dieu for observation. Hi mind has been affected by : incident which happened last week. He was serving a stout, ruddy New Yorker. He had taken order for the dinner and was wait- ing patiently while his customer pored over the wine list. The prospective drinker was go- ing over it page by page. There were the champagnes. He read them carefully and turned to the white wines of Bordeaux—Mont St. arsac, Sauterne, ateau Yquem. Nothing doing. The red wines of St. Emilion, St. Julien, Pontet-Canet, ‘y, and Chateau Margaux he ad without ordering, and moved along to the wines of Burgundy, the Beaujolais and Chambertin, the Chablis and Mon- trachet. From there he pro- ceeded to the sparkling Bu r- gundy and the sherry, the port, Maude: tur, Boy 1’M GOIN Indefatigable Messenger Boy: TERENCE O’S1AU the Chianti, and Asti Spumante. He studied the list of ale, lager, and stout at the end, the wine list. Jean pencil poised, his I tenti Then he laid down Auguste Detrois stood by, his ad cocked at- The American spoke: s he demanded, “have you got any fresh milk in this joint?” Bus-boys removed Jean Auguste Detrois from the carpet where he had fallen. Rud Rennie. WITH NOW THINKS OF NOTHING BUT NECKING. Claire: Witat CAN You DO WITHL A FELLOW LIK HAT? Maude: Neck. Greetings as an Trish Novelist Would Do It “ AH! An’ is it yourself? Sure an’ it’s the blue o’ the Trish hill- tops an’ the I of the Lakes o Killarney that’s in the eyes o’ you fine Irish mornin’. An’ have the fairies been good to you? Whisht, how could they be other than good to a collcen as fair an’ bloomin’ with the beauty of the heather as your- self? An’ you with great lovely lumps o° the old sod on the shoes of you an’ a great love for it burnin’ in heart of you. Was you out n’ with the leprechauns this 7 are the little fellows fine? As who wouldn't who enjoys the freedom of the Emerald Isle with scamperin’ around among the sham- rocks? The little people themselves i who bear the true love for the he: o’ man that the hearts o' us poor folks are too small for. And are you comin’ vourncen, to be the cracklin’ fire o’ true Irish peat? For it's glad that we are to be seein’ you this radiant mornin’.” As an Irishman Would Do It “ "Lo, kid. Come on in an’ take a load off your feet.” Carroll Carroll. Obnoxious IGGS: That man Biggs is a pest. Riaes: Yes; going around tell- ing about the cute things his radio says. comicbooks.com wee