Life, 1927-06-23 · page 28 of 38
Life — June 23, 1927 — page 28: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects brief satirical pieces and jokes from international publications, mocking social absurdities of the era (likely 1920s-30s). **Key items:** - **Lindbergh reference**: Jokes about Charles Lindbergh's famous transatlantic flight, with Irish natives supposedly unimpressed by his boasting about their coast. - **Chinese soldier umbrella**: Mocks the illogical superstition of carrying an umbrella into battle to prevent rain—absurd wartime logic. - **Scottish soldier wages joke**: Playing on Scottish stereotype of thriftiness (wanting silver rather than paper notes that tear). - **Mussolini/Emperor of Japan**: Satirizes the Italian dictator being honored while already considering himself grandiose ("the Rising Sun"). - **Various domestic humor**: Absent-minded professors, widow miscalculations, boarding school daughters requesting money—typical period comedy tropes mocking human folly. The page's title, "Aut Scissors aut Nullus" (scissors or nothing), suggests sharp criticism cutting through contemporary foolishness.
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