Life, 1927-08-25 · page 8 of 36
Life — August 25, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine features a cartoon depicting a movie theater audience watching a film. The caption quotes confused viewers debating which side they're rooting for ("Oh, my! I'm all mixed up. Which ones are on our side?" / "Hush, Ma! The ones that are winning, of course!"). The accompanying text is "Mrs. Pep's Diary," dated August 1st, a personal essay recounting domestic activities—shopping, visiting Richfield Springs, attending a tennis match, and dining at a restaurant. The cartoon satirizes how average Americans consume entertainment, suggesting viewers judge films purely by excitement or spectacle rather than narrative clarity or moral positioning. The joke—rooting for "the ones that are winning"—mocks shallow patriotism and the public's preference for entertainment value over meaningful content.
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“ou, My! UM ALL MIXED uP. WHICH ONES ARE ON ouR stipe?” “usH, MA! THE ONES THAT ARE WINNING, Oy CouRsE!” scp Up betimes, indulging in a severe struggle August vfth myself as to whether or not I should do Ist on my new rubber girdle, finally tossing a coin to decide the matter and losing the decision, for Lord! albeit the thing is called a Vagabond Sash, I do not feel at all vag: n wearing it—in fact, at the bridge table I am frequently at some pains to keep my mind on the game, so unaccustomed have I become to restrictions of that ilk. The French have it that il faut souffrir pour étre belle, but it is a dreadful thing to suffer with doubts in one’s mind as to the resultant degree of beauty achieved thereby. How- ever, L did not weaken, and went forth to greet the houschold in the spirit of the Spartan boy with the fox in his jacket. The day a fine one, so by motor with Sam and F. to an antique shop past Richfield Springs where F. might search out a gift against B.'s birthday, and we did tind the proprietress in great distress for that she had just broken the glass covering an old print of Mount vondish when [ Vernon destined for Mistress ‘Theodore Roosevelt. Whereupon I did condole with her as practically as pos- sible, and fled back to the motor, not being able to bear watching Sam stumbling about amongst the majolica. I do take, I-fear, too little interest in the trappings of our forefathers which fetch such amazing sums to-c forasmuch as the furniture strikes me as uncomfortab’ and austere, and much of the china and erystal as down- right homely, and why anybody should be a-flutter over a broken piece of glass which once let light through a Cape Cod door, or over a mangy mortar and pestle by which some unsung Revolutionary matron ground corn, is absolutely beyond my comprehension, Lucky, indeed, it is for the dealers that all who pass in automobiles are not of my mind. Lazed through the afternoon, watching the tennis and whipping lace on lingerie, and then to dinner at S.’s, where there was a great company, and tl fish course was lobster in jelly, the first time I did eve eat it so prepared. And 1 (Please turn to page comicbooks.com