Life, 1927-08-18 · page 33 of 36
Life — August 18, 1927 — page 33: what you’re looking at
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This page features a serialized diary column satirizing upper-middle-class social life and pretensions. The narrator describes mundane events—meeting an elderly man, shopping, attending dinner—with mock-serious literary flourishes, referencing books like *The Frantic Atlantic* and *The Murder of Roger Ackroyd*. The satire targets genteel society's affectations: the diarist's snobbish dismissal of prize-fighting, fascination with potentially "exotic" characters, and casual mention of losing sixteen dollars at cards. A particular jab appears in the anecdote about renting a cigar box rather than buying one outright—mocking wealthy people's excessive penny-pinching despite their means. The accompanying poem "The Golden Age" gently teases an elderly woman celebrating her birthday, suggesting vanity in aging. Surrounding advertisements (Dr. Scholl's pads, Resinol, Murad cigarettes) are typical period product placement, with Murad's tagline—"For those who feel entitled to life's better things"—ironically echoing the diary's tone of presumptuous refinement.
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Mrs. Pep’s Diary 13) subject of prize-fighting, an_ insti- tution in which I do not see persons of intelligence interest or faith soever, (Continued from page how have any with all the rumours of its crookedness, and the referce’s disinclination or inability to tell a foul blow when he se one. Home early and to bed, reading in new book by Basil Woon called “The Frantic Atlantic,” and it did set me a-longing to to Europe, even the chapters on n tipping and seasickness being full of lure. July Up betimes, and out for a 28th morning stroll, and on the road I did overtake the oldest man that ever I saw in my life, bending low on his stick and flaunting a long white beard, so, re- membering Mistress Lewis's casual discovery of Trader Horn, I was tempted for a moment to engage him in conversation in the hope that he might be another Ancient Mariner, or something, but I did not, which was just as well, too, for I did learn later in the village who he was, and that the extent of his literary activ- ity and possibilities is the daily perusal of all the circular mail which is cast inta the postoffice wast basket. To a shop called Sherry’s, to see if the day's grist of popcorn had been started, but it had not, and I could not but think how wonder- ful it would be if our own Sherry’s, which is but a square from our hous had a popcorn wagon in its foyer, albeit I admit that the idea is a bit incongruous. ‘To M.'s for luncheon, and she did tell how, cigars for a small dinner she g: recently and finding that the tobacco man had fine ones only boxes of one hundred, had ar- ranged with him to rent a box and return it the following day, paying only for what her guests "had con- sumed, thereby gaining the maxi- mum effect with the minimum of responsibility. A great company for For quick, safe N from painful corns or tender toes and pressure of tight shoes Dr Scholl's ‘Zino-pads “s wanting some At drug and shoe stores everywhere RED.ROUGH SKIN is ugly and annoying—make your skin soft, white, lovely, by using Resinol EMBARRASSING When you hest table ere. Lorillard Co., Eat. 1760 dinner, after which I did lose six- teen dollars at cards through bad fortune and lack of surety as to what I was about, and so to » meaning to go on with “Pendennis,” which I have been reading all my life and never finished, but unfortunately I did pick up “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” instead, and my light was not turned out till near dawn. Baird Leonard. The Golden Age American lady now visiting this coun ated her last birthday with a cake and ve candles to which her years en (An try celeb the ninety titled her.) Lapy of this brilliant feast, your andles be increased! they in their waxing wealth Typity still radiant health, Showing Age, when they are lit, How the brave make light of it! —W. K. HW. in Panch. hh... be nonchalant . . MOMENTS set your coffee on your hostess? - light a MURAD CIGARETTE MURAD For those who feel entitled to life’s better things nd $1.00 a* once to BETTER SPORT GAMES BOX 379 RIDGEWOOD, N, J comicbooks.com