Life, 1927-06-02 · page 21 of 46
Life — June 2, 1927 — page 21: what you’re looking at
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This satirical piece by Robert Benchley mocks the chaotic production of a college humor magazine (appearing to be based on *The Razor-Blade*, a real college publication). **The Setup:** The scene depicts editors frantically scrambling to fill pages hours before deadline, having collected minimal content—a few girl illustrations, poems about women's ankles, and "twenty-nine necking jokes." **The Satire:** The humor targets: - **College magazine mediocrity**: Recycled artwork (John Held cartoons—a popular contemporary cartoonist), filler, and padding with large typefaces to stretch thin content - **Editorial incompetence**: Editors leaving for dates mid-production; meaningless "do-do-do" ad-libs instead of actual work - **College life clichés**: Necking jokes, skiing verses, and romantic poetry as standard fare **Secondary joke**: The final vignette shows alumni sentimentally praising "college ties" while the '26 class shouts "A customer!"—suggesting the real bond isn't loyalty but commercial extraction from nostalgic graduates. The satire critiques both undergraduate frivolousness and the publishing shortcuts colleges tolerated.
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The Birth of a College Comic Paper Scene: The editorial sanctum of Tur Razor-Buape, the college comic publication, issued bi-weekly if the editors can get enough stuff together. It is 9:30 in the evening of the day on which all copy was due at the printers’ at 5. Eprrors Pre Youuina, ’28, Chairman; Beam- ; Rorr 29; Piueto, '29. The remaining » members of the Board have never been seen since their election in February. HE CHAIRMAN: Well, let’s see, what have we Tost What about the pictures? Pitteto, '29: Do, do, yo-de-do, do-do-yo-de-do— Tur Craimma Come on now! Cut the fooling! What pictures have we got? Ant Eprror: Well, let’s see, we've got four girls’ heads and two full-lengths of girls lying on couches. Then there are four imitation John Helds and three straight he-and-she drawings with no jokes to go with them. And a caricature of—let’s see, the name’s on the back — a caricature of Dean Whitty. Ciaran: What about text? Pinero, '29: Do, do-yo-de-do, da— Citarrata Come on now! Cut the fooling! We've got to get this number down to-night. What about text? Manuscript Eprtor: Eighteen poems, five of them to Milady’s ankle, and twenty-nine necking jokes. If we use them all, we are still five whole pages short. Cuamman: Well, let’s see. Give us some pins. Give us a girl’s head for the frontispiece and we can run the verse on skiing under it. (Ror and Beamisn leave, having ten-o’clock dates.) CiiainMan (continuing): Well, let's see. We can give each of the girls’ heads a page. There’s four full pages and four poems to go with them. Piero, '29: Do you want any lemon peel in yours, Chief? Cuamman: Come on now! Cut the fooling! We've got to get this number Peter: Joan: pon’? you THINK THAT WOMEN’S DRESSES ARE BECOMING SHORTER? Yrs, VERY MUCH MORE BECOMING, down to-night. Give us some more necking jokes and find some drawings of two studes in fur coats to run over them. Put a John Held tracing on every other page. How many pages is that? Dumay Eprror: We still lack three pages of filling. Cuainman: We'll have to run the best Held tracing as a full page and print one of the verses in Old English type for a full page. Have we got one that sounds like Dorothy Parker's? Manuscript Epitor: Sure, they all do. Cuairman: Give us the best and get the printer to run a stock border around it. There’s that page. (Rorren and Beamisut return from ten-o'clock dates, accompanied by friends.) Rorren, Beamisn anp Frienps: Sometimes happy—sometimes I’m sad—sometimes I’m PitrLo, '29: Do-yo-do-de do, do yo do de-do, Do! Crairne. Come on now! Cut the singing! We've got to get this number down to-night. Rorren, Beamisu aNp Frienps, joined by Putero, '29: We've got to get the number down to-night, boys, we've got to get the number down to-night, for my old mother i good as any other—was the trainman’s lullaby. Citas Oh, send what we've got down and mark “Copy to come” and “Space to fill” on the pages that don’t fill. Tue Entire Boarp, wit Frienps (exiting): Do-do-yo-de-do, do-do-yo-de- do, DO! Robert Benchley. They Knew Their Prospect “Ord college ties, gentlemen,” orated the old grad from the platform, “old college ties . .. the lasting loyal love for our alma mater, and her love for us. Where, fellow alumni, where, I ask you, can you find a greater, better, worthier, nobler, finer, stronger bond...a bond which will re} you more?,..” “Ya-a-a-ay!"” shouted the entire class of '26, rising to their feet. “A cus- tomer!” And the old grad was utterly de- stroyed in the rush, H.W. AH. comicbooks.com