Life, 1927-06-23 · page 6 of 38
Life — June 23, 1927 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical vignettes typical of Life's humor format: **"Dottie of the Drug Store"** features a garrulous drugstore clerk who dominates conversation while a customer tries to buy a stamp. The humor derives from the clerk's rambling tangents about perfume, automobiles, and her friend "Viola"—satirizing working-class female chattiness and the customer service experience. **"Good as Any After the Race"** mocks a man who received a poor horse-racing tip, illustrating gullible pursuit of gambling advice. **"Poetic Justice"** presents brief comic dialogues—one involving a singing instructor, another depicting a couple dancing, with wordplay and ironic reversals. The cartoons satirize everyday American social situations: commercial transactions, gambling culture, romance, and pretension. The humor relies on character types and relatable social awkwardness rather than topical references.
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Life Phrosyne: Wave you MY LIPSTICK ANYWHERE? I'VE EVIDENTLY LOST IT. Fleurette (scanning her critically): wity, DARLING, you’vE Got 1t on! Dottie of the Drug Store “you wanna buy a stamp, mister? What kinda a stamp? They come in all sizes an’ shades from one cent up. Gee, I awmost knocked over that bottla perfume with my arm, didn’ 1? It’s a lucky thing I didn’, because that perfume’s about the expensivest per- fume we got. It smells simply delish. I mean it smells swell. Gee, if a feller would buy a bottla that perfume an’ then hand it to me an’ say, ‘It's yours, girlie, because I’m a good sport an’ don’ wanna look like a cheap piker,’ I'd probably drop dead. I don’ mean that, ah course, mister, I wouldn’ drop dead, but I cer’nly would be tickled pink. Still, I don’ suppose you're the kin’ ‘at would do anythin’ like that. Not ‘at I mean RE- any offense, because you n’t might be one o’ these free- handed fellers as well as good - lookin’. No? Hm! What was it you said you wanted? A stamp? Well, I'll go an’ look. Gee, did you see how clos’t I come to trippin’ over that auto- mobile tire? We're carryin’ automobile tires now. Only for Fords an’ small cars, though—not for the big ones like what you probably own. A Rolls-Rurce, f'r in- stance. Not ‘at I'd insist on ridin’ in a Rolls-Rurce. Me, I'd jus’ as soon be took for a ride out to some roadhouse in the country on one of these little Marmons, I guess I’m jus’ that way. Gladys, my girl frien’, she said to me, she said, ‘Viola’—'at’s my name, but I only permit my most intummit friends to call me that, Expert Testimony First Attorney: MARKABLE WO) v sue? Second Attorney: A REAL SELF wipow! } the restuvem when they wanna take me to a party jus \ call my home phone number w'ich is Chelsea 6494 any | time after ‘0 in the evenin’ an’ ask for Miss Doodle— well, anyway, Gladys said, ‘Viola, I sh’ think you would try to get yourself a rich man, you're so good-lookin’ an’ entertainin’ an’ everything.’ "Course, mister, ‘at's only what she said. I don’t think I am, reely, do you think so? But I said, ‘No, Glad, I ain't after money, I jus’ want frien’s who are real frien But maybe you don’t own a car at all. No? What was it you wanted? A stamp? Hell, we don’ carry stamps—think this is the postoftice?” Tip Bliss, Good as Any After the Race gentleman who played a hot tip from Dusky in the Kentucky Derby wanted to know why his had run last. “I'll tell you, boss,” said Ike, “That nag didn’t do as well as I thought he would and I didn’t think he would either.” Poetic Justice RAWFORD: How is it you have to give up your singing and re- tire from the musical world? Miss Seu The doctor says I've ruined my voice smoking the cigarettes I’ve been recommending. His Field Paul (fatuously): DANCING 18 THE POETRY OF MOTION. Betty: you Must Br FOND OF PROSE. comicbooks.com