Life, 1927-09-01 · page 12 of 40
Life — September 1, 1927 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical commentary on gender roles and marriage in early 20th-century America. **"Forced to Build"** (left): McCready Huston critiques the economic pressures on married men. The author argues that wives' participation in sports (implied: golf, country clubs) has forced husbands to build larger homes and maintain expensive lifestyles to keep up with social expectations. **"H" poem and cartoon** (right): N. R. J. humorously catalogs a woman's domestic failures—she's incompetent at housekeeping, lacks humor, and is perpetually hungry—yet concludes "after all, I'm human," suggesting men must accept women's flaws. The cartoon titled "The Window Washer Has His Domestic Moments" shows a man doing housework while his wife relaxes, inverting traditional gender roles for comedic effect.
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Mae: Witat WouLp you po IP You IAD ONLY TWO WEEKS TO LIVE? Forced to Build I HAVE decided to break ground for a new house at once. I can't afford it and do not need it, but if the children are to enjoy the same advantages as their they must have a better home to. stay ay from. My wife needs it also Since she has become a sportswoman she must have a larger and_ finer establishment to neglect if she is to hold her own at the Country Club There is no prestige in our town in being away from the modest dwelling in which we have been so happy. At the minimum, we should have a fifty thousand-dollar house and a four car garage. A two-car affair docs not look substantial when standing empty these days. Nearly everybody who is or five cars before luncheon and _ re turns just before breakfast. If we are to maintain our position we must either build a house three times as large as we need or move into an apartment one-third as big as our present home. McCready Huston. friends nybody drives away in four June: i'd GET A PERMANENT Wave, H LOVE my love with an “H.” She's hard-boiled, hare-brained, and hilarious, Her life's heetic and hysterical. She has drank highballs until she was horizontal. She is always hungry. She hoofs it all night. She hobbles home at dawn, Hey, hey! Hotsy totsy! She has'no hips. She has no hair. She has no sense of humor. But she’s hot! And, after all, I'm human. NOR. J. comicbooks.com