Life, 1927-03-31 · page 8 of 35
Life — March 31, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a satirical article titled "The Night Shift in the Gold Mines" by James Kevin McGuinness, featuring commentary on taxi drivers and their complaints about fares, salon girls, and financial pressures. The left illustration shows figures climbing what appears to be a rope or chain, likely representing working-class people struggling economically. The main illustration depicts a Chinese-American restaurant storefront with a sign reading "Liberty Stew," captioned "Preparedness in Chinatown." This appears to satirize how immigrant businesses adopt American patriotic language, possibly referencing early-1900s American anxiety about Chinese immigration and assimilation. Additional short humor pieces appear, including an exchange about doctors vaccinating people. The page reflects early 20th-century American class commentary and ethnic stereotyping typical of *Life* magazine's satirical approach.
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Life The Night Shift in the Gold es ACON an’ eggs, an’ some coffee, an’ some toasted rolls. Speaking of rolls, daddy, I suppose you got one? They're such elegant cars. Well, I'm ly su'prised you ain't; a big hansum man like you. You'd ought to get one. Well, I allus ays to myself that taxis were cheaper, but it makes a diff’runce to a girl when she goes shoppin’ with a gen’mun fren’, Salesgirls allus show taxi-shoppers the medium-priced gowns, an’ you wouldn't want me to be insulted like that, would you? I don’t care myself, but I jes’ couldn't stand it fer you, being insulted that way. Now, if you came in your Rolls, they wouldn't never make istake like that, and then when you weren't using it I could drive around th’ Park in it without never worryin’ about th’ meter, like in a taxi. You wouldn't have no taxi bill to pay for me when I came back. Maybe I shouldn't worry about » allus such things, but that’s my way tryin’ to save money for other people. I hate to see my gen’mun fren’ imposed on by taxi drivers. That's why I think you should ought to get a Rolls. Ain't you a scream, now, askin’ me how you would pay for it? With a check, of course. Great big, successful men like you allus can’ write checks. Poor little me, I never can do it right. I make the aw- fullest mistakes. Some day, if you're real nice, I'll let you come up and go over my check book for me. It’s in th’ most annoyin’ state. I never can tell whether the bank owes me money, or I owe th’ bank. An’ they allus take ad- vantage of me. I just need some smart man like you to add up the figures for me an’ show them where they are wrong. Maybe you could come up to-morrow after- noon? That's too bad. Well, never mind, I'll save it for you un- til you can spare time. I wouldn't even think of lettin’ any one else even look into my check book. ~~ I think it’s immod - Don’t Ask Me Another! No.2 est, sort of. Inquisitive Clara: IN THE ANNUAL war But you're GAMES BETWEEN THE AIR SERVICE AND THE diff’runt. It’s NAVY, WHO IAS BEEN THE MosT CoNsist- like I read ENT Loser? (Answer on page 30) inapoem PREPAREDNESS IN CHINATOWN once, “My nights are fragrant with fair dreams.” Well, they never was before, but they're goin’ to be now, | hope. I'm goin’ to stop on th’ way out an’ pick up a teeny little bottle of perfume to remind me of you when you're not around, They've got some of th’ darlingest perfumes here; only fifty dollars an ounce, too. Of course, there is some for twenty-five, but that isn’t the sort of perfume I had sort of associated with you. Well, no, dearie, I'm afraid they wouldn't take a check; they wouldn't even take my check. These supper-club people are so suspicious. But next time we come herc, we'll bring enough cash, won't you? Well, I suppose we must go if you have that luncheon engagement with th’ big hem-an’-haw man from Missouri, I’m sure you'll show him a great big time. Where are you going to take him to th’ Mills Hotel? James Kevin McGuinness. Would you let a doctor vaccinate you? ot so you'd notice it, dearie. Ennui W IF E: Whereis Ostend, John? Hussy (steam- ship agent): Don’t talk shop, dear. THE produc- ers of Broad- way revues evi- dently want the theatre to be all undressed up and no plays to go. THE WORLE ATEST KIDDER I int ful AY Th. ing men part B and Brl “ com I shee “Sa U per! obe: onl, dise “Tl at in y tenc ) rir duli bla mer bott poc of frox ] mot comicbooks.com