Life, 1927-06-09 · page 5 of 39
Life — June 9, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Main Cartoon (top):** A well-dressed man at a desk is solicited by a woman to donate to relief for starving Chinese. The satire targets wealthy individuals' selective charity—he's willing to help distant suffering but presumably indifferent to local problems. **"Trying It on the Dog":** Two office workers debate puppy nutrition. The humor relies on working-class dialect and the absurdity of applying human dietary theories to dogs. References to "bread 'n' milk" and feeding practices reflect early 20th-century casual pet care attitudes. **"A Sap's Fable" & "Attic Philosophy":** Brief comic vignettes with simple visual humor and wordplay. **Overall:** This page mixes social satire (charitable hypocrisy) with lighthearted humor about everyday life and relationships.
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NAMI AONNIAGTE “OH, MR. JONES—WE ARE COLLECTING FUNDS TO HELP THE STARVING CHINESE. MAY 1 PUT YOUR NAME ON THE succor List?” Trying It on the Dog (Two office boys are conversing on lower Nassau Street.) ® OU gotta pup?” Y “Sure, p’lice pup.” “Whatcha feeding’ him?” “Jus’ bread 'n’ milk.” “Bread 'n’ milk? That's the woist slop they is for a pup.” “Yeah? Whatcha feedjours?” “Well, the best feed for a pup is justa puppy biscuit. Yuh soften itup in hot water wit’ a little weak lamb brot’ all over it. Thassa stuff.” “Yeah? May be awright for your pup bu’ not for mine. I give him that mush for a week and he all but croaked. 'S’too ricky” Well, — whyn’tchu ty the warm milk nna bone crackers? That gives ‘em stren'th. Bread’s bad for ‘em.” “Yeah? May be for The hair and the tortoise yours but mine’s growin’ on it. Feed him one’t a day and a big knuckle- bone—wit’ no meat on it—to chew on. That keep’s ‘em busy awright.” “Wonner he don't starve to deat’. I feed mine two swell meals a day. Soft puppy biscuit wit’ weak lamb brot’ on it. Bes’ stuff in the woild for a young dog.” “You kin have it for yours but I don't want it for mine. ‘S’too heavy Bread 'n’ milk’s plenty.” “Well, don’ blame me for not tell- in’ yuh, if you don’ have no luck wit’ him and don’ bring him up.” A Sap’s Fable had a race—and the tortoise won. “Awright, and don’t say I didn’t tell you nuttin’ if your pup croaks from overeatin’.” “Awright, I guess I can’t tell you nuttin’ you don’t know about pups.” “That goes wit’ you too. I wuz jus’ tryin’ to steer you right but you wrote de book. You wrote de book.” “Yeah?” “Yeah!” Clarence Knapp. Attic Philosophy OOR LITTLE RICH GIRL: So you've stopped accepting pres- ents from fraternity men? | * Ricu Litrte Poor Girt: Yes. “Beware the Greeks bearing gifts,” you know. UEST: Wow! What kind of Scotch is this? Host (sadly): One hundred per cent. American, comicbooks.com