Life, 1927-07-07 · page 14 of 42
Life — July 7, 1927 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces typical of Life's social humor: **"Tell Me All About It"** (top): A dialogue mocking shallow romantic relationships, where a woman probes her boyfriend about a business deal he made. The satire targets how couples discuss serious matters superficially. **"Is Civilization a Failure?"** (left): A comedic phone conversation between old acquaintances who haven't spoken in years. The humor derives from the caller's presumptuous familiarity and the recipient's polite but clear disinterest—satirizing how people awkwardly reconnect and make uncomfortable social demands. **"The Passionate Magazine Writer to His Love"** (right): Parodies overwrought romantic poetry with exaggerated verses about a woman's supposed beauty and cost, mocking both sentimental literature and male sentimentality. The bottom cartoon shows a cat lecturing kittens about obedience, using humor to comment on parenting.
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i h lal “WILY DIDN'T YOU FINISH IN LONG-DISTANCE swim 2” “SOME CROOK PUT MUCILAGE IN MY AXLE GREASE.” Is Civilization a Failure? “FPEELO. Yep. No, I'm sorry. I don’t recognize your voice. No, I haven't time to guess. Oh, well, if you insist: President Cool- idge? Joan of Are? Yes, indeed, I'm really trying but I'm very busy and—who? "Spell it, will’ you? Who Apthorpe Zipser. Well, what of it? Oh, yes—my cousin in Peoria told you to call me up when you came to town, Well, that’s just dandy. Of course I remember you now. We played golf together five years ago when [ was—oh, was it tennis? Not five—seven years a Well, well. How have you been? That's tine. Im fine. thanks. How are you? Well, well, well. Now, I've got a lunch date to- day and a dinner date to-night and —why not give me a ring the early part of next week? Oh, T see. Well, well Il you what to do. Give me a ring this afternoon—no, Il be out this after- noon, Now, Tet’s see—tell you what we'll do—I'm kind of tied up this week, ete., ete let's see: wait aw » ete, ete., etc. Robert Lord. FINISH — What you get in Chicago YUNMETAL I Life “Tell Me All About It” HE: Tell me what you've been doing since I saw you last Hr: Oh, nothing much—I put over a deal the other day, though. Sue: Did you really? How simply marvelous! Tell me all about it. He: Well, I sold a guy the firm's been trying to sell for ages— Sur: You didn't! Don't you feel terribly encouraged ? He: Well, it wasn’t so much. Sur: I think it was simply mar- velous—tell me all about it. Hr: Well, this guy is sort of a tough proposition and the firm— Sue: Actually, 1 don't see how you ever did it! He: Well, it wasn't so awfully hard—I—— Sur: I think it was simply mar- velous. What sort of a deal was it? Hr: Well, you see, we'd been try- ing to sell this fellow and— Sue: Go on—I'm thrilled to death. Hr: So the firm let me call on him an Sue: Before I forget it, my dear, can you come to dinner Monday be- fore the MeTavishes’ dance? He: I'd love to. Sue: Well, I think it’s simply marvelous about that deal vou put over. Don't you honestly feel ter- ribly encouraged and all? Lloyd Mayer. Cat: Now, po as you're ToLp. “WHAT SHOULD A POOR PEDESTRIAN DO WHEN HE HEARS ALL THESE AUTO HORNS GOING AT ONCE?” “Giuerp ‘RM AND Leap!” The Passionate Magazine Writer to His Love Corydon At sweet, the songs I sing to thee Nor wondrous are nor many. Phyllis And mind thou getst a weighty fee, And copst a pretty penny. Corydon Dear love, heart Till that 1 near must die for it, Phyllis Ay, sell the magazines thine art, And soak ‘em in the or it, Franklin P, Adams. thou hast my brimming MOTHER KNOWS BEST. Kitten: put, MA, CAN’T 1 LEAD AT LEAST ONE OF MY OWN LIVES? comicbooks.com