Life, 1927-06-09 · page 25 of 39
Life — June 9, 1927 — page 25: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces about post-collegiate excess and social behavior: **"After Commencement, What?"** depicts young college graduates on a drunken Paris bender, carelessly throwing money around—pouring drinks on unconscious friends, tipping the taxi driver, throwing chairs at waiters, and tipping them 200 francs afterward. The satire targets the irresponsible hedonism and wasteful spending of wealthy youth abroad, particularly the casual brutality masked by generous tips. **"Mrs. Peps's Diary"** (May 17th) humorously describes a woman who inherits a fortune because she treated her elderly relative as an equal and sent frivolous rather than practical gifts. The legal advice frames this as ironic proof that generosity pays off materially. **"On the Level"** is a brief joke about eyebrow makeup, playing on the phrase "draw the line." The cartoons mock Jazz Age excess and the disconnect between inherited wealth and actual social responsibility—themes central to 1920s satire.
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Life After Commencement, What ? WAS just a little drunk. So was Harkness. Steve was un- der the table. “Let's have another fine,” I said. “Why not?" said Harkness, We had three fines, a cointreau and a suissesse. Steve wouldn't get up from under the table to drink his, so we poured it over his hair. “Where's Droole? Good girl, Droole.” “Over at Poligny’s. Let's get a taxicab.” We gave the taxicab driver a drink, Droole was danc- ing with a fat Armenian. “He knows Michael Arlen,” said Droole. “What of it?” I said. “Who the hell is Michael Arlen, a’ “Let’s have a drink,’ ness. “I don’t like that hrow a chair at him and shut up, aid Droole. “Give me a “Wh drink. We threw four chairs at him. The second one hit him. We tipped him two hundred franes. I was very drunk. So was Droole. “NOT ME, DEAR TAKE THE LIBERAL SPENDERS, ALWAYS.” said Droole, jon’t know,” I said. “Do said Droole. “Give me a ‘\ ‘ef Radio Announcer: PLease STAND BY! Harkness pretended he was a train announcer. I'm sick of Paris,” said Droole. “Give me a drink and let's get the hell out and go to Russia, Or Barcelona.” “Not yet,” [I said. “We still have to go to Domery’s, Ganguisi’s, L’Orange Séche, Le Singe Ch Mme. Pintaud’s on the Rive Gauche, Le Moulin d’Orgeval, Childs’ the American Bar at the Ri he waiter came up. “M'sieu’ veut...?" he said. . is pas,” said I. And I groaned and buried my face in my hands. Henry William Hanemann, On the Level : Why do you fix up your brows like that? : Well, I've got to draw the line somewhere. May Marge Boothby to see us shortly after day- break, all a-flutter because a crony of her 17th grandmother's hath died and left her a quarter of a million or more, the old lady cutting off her own kin with the statement that Marge had always sent her handsome, foolish presents that she wanted instead of something second-hand or useful and had always paid her the compliment of treating her as a contemporary, so Marge was avid of Sam's legal opinion as to her conduct, in especial as she is booked to play bridge soon with her benefactress’s grandniece, and he admonished her merrily and re- minded us that whereas casting bread upon the waters is reputed to be of high reactionary value, Marge’s geod fortune is proof that casting cake is not without reward. So to breakfast, of canteloupe harder than the forty cents in legal tender which I paid for each of them, creamed halibut, tea and muffins, and then I was for starting out with (Please turn to page 3+) THE LORD HIGH POTENTATE EXALTED 8 DEGREE SUPREME RULER OF THE ORDER OF LIONS 8° FRONT OF A TAXI AFTER A LODGE MEETING, comicbooks.com