Life, 1927-07-14 · page 35 of 40
Life — July 14, 1927 — page 35: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **Mrs. Pep's Diary**, a serialized humor column about upper-middle-class domestic life. The excerpt mocks genteel anxiety: the narrator frets over improperly painted ceilings and aunt Caroline's suspicions of impropriety, while simultaneously praising a young guest's witty dinner conversation and obsessing over childhood cow-phobia. The satire targets **pretentious social performance**—the diary reveals how arbiters of taste worry endlessly about propriety while their concerns are often trivial or contradictory. The page is otherwise dominated by **period advertisements**: Golden Glint shampoo (promising elegance through grooming) and bottled carbonated beverages (ginger ales, "soda pop," etc.), which were novelty luxury items in this era. The small cartoon "Cats are like women!" offers obvious gender humor typical of 1920s magazine fare, without deeper satire.
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Life Mrs. Pep’s Diary (Continued from page 23) feel, as T contemplated them, less disturbed by the facts that the paint ers did not do the ceilings prop erly and that Aunt Caroline suspects me of profligacies of which I am in- nocent. Jane's young — nephew, Thomson Bartlett from Milwaukee, at table with us, and I did tell him that the first conundrum I ever knew was made from the name of his town, whereupon he did inquire if I had heard about the two motorists who, being asked by a cycle-police- man where’the fire was, had retorted, “What fire?” thereby showing a fine consciousness for his years, me- thought, of his social duty to an elderly table mate, so I did see that he was holpen thrice to the fine ham which followed the eggs with lob- ster sauce, and privately deter- mined to reread the adventures of Penrod Schofield. Finding a copy of “Hallelujah!” on the piano, 1 was interested to discover that one of its lines runs, “When cares pursue you,” instead of “When cows pursue you,” as Stella Mayhew’s rendition sounded to me, nor was it astonish- ing, neither, for Lord! [I had far liefer be pursued by a care than by a cow, and I do well remember how as a schoolgirl, taking an afternoon stroll through the streets of North- ampton, I would fly for refuge through the gates of the Lymans or any other perfect strangers at the merest suggestion that a lowing herd could be seen in the distance. Baird Leonard. the chic little touch that raises them from the bargain counter to the French Room. One ma we a clever barber who can trim a bobbed head to perfection. One may have just the Frenchiest lirtle dress home-made or ready-made, and still— ‘There may be something lacking. A Golden Glint shampoo will supply that need. ‘A shampoo—a rub—a clever dip over one eyebrow. You will be surprised at the difference. ‘harm ? Chic? That's the question. Golden Glint —that's the answer. Ar drug of toilet goods counters, or direct —25¢.°** J. W, Kot Co., 6)6F Rainier Avenue, Seattie, Washington. Golden Glint SHAMPOO —that magic luster for every shade of hair te not the material — it’s the dash! It is SPONSORED BY The lang v that tenapts : .an about these ir ws straight t ice. They are 1 ‘There's a BOTTLER an your town Bottled Carbonated Beverages These tastetempting drinks also are known by less formal names... tomes in New England sods water in Dune . . . sods pop in the Mid West . .. soft dnmbs in the Far West... and we all know the ginger ales. Call them what you will, but drink your fill— they're good and good for you! comicbooks.com