Life, 1927-09-15 · page 13 of 40
Life — September 15, 1927 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Life magazine humor: 1. **"The Confessional Magazine Publisher's Daughter"**: A dialogue satirizing young women's behavior and expectations. The daughter confesses to attending jazz dances and meeting an African man, shocking her conventional father. The satire targets both the "modern" flapper generation and parental anxiety about changing social norms. 2. **"Through the Ages—II"**: A cartoon mocking courtship rituals across historical periods, showing elaborate dress and social pretense. 3. **"Wrong Number!" and "Post-Graduate"**: Brief comedic sketches about marital misunderstandings and farm relief policy. The overall tone reflects 1920s anxieties about modernization, youth culture, and changing social conventions, particularly regarding women's independence and interracial contact.
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The Confessional Magazine Publisher’s Daughter Announces Her Engagement PUBLISHER: Well, my daughter, what have you doing? Come, unburden your heart to your parents. Davourer: I will, Father. And I will bare my innermost soul, too: T have been caught in the whirlpool of the great city’s dance hall. I was pleasure-mad. Penuisiten: Were you stirred by been the clashing strains AZZ WiUsic Daveurer: Tw They straight from the jungles of Africa. And then he came into my life. Pun.isuer: A man? Davauren: Yes. Attracted by my youth and beauty he sought me out. Motiurr: You were wine-red gown, were you ne Daveuter: That was it. The one that clings to me and reveals every line of my figure. He remarked upon it »s he led me into the garden, Moruer: Did he take your hand in his? Daveuter: Yes. And his hot breath fanned my cheek. Moruer: Gracious! What else? Daveutrr: Oh, the usual thing. We spoke words of endearment to each other. Punuasuer: T hope he proposed honorable marriage. Davoeuter: He pleaded with me to be- come his bride. It was the old, old story. Motier: Did accept him? Davouter: I did. My eyes suffused with tears, I whispered as- There in the moonlight we plighted our troth. Punuisner: That must have been excit- ing. I suppose you feltyour pulses quicken? Daventer: I cer- tainly did. And with a cry of unutterable joy I flung myself into his arms. Motiuer: What were were wearing your you sent to his plea | Bececevmar First Sweet One: ns. Daveuter: They were like bands of steel. Wild horses could not have torn me from them, Motner: You love him, I suppose, Davourer: Yes. 1 have learned to love him. Friendship has led to something deeper. Puntisuer: And his walk in life? Daveuter: It is a good onc, He holds a high position as a traveling salesman. Merurn: Does he spring from a lowly origin? Through the Ages—II ¢ WILT COME WITIL ME TO TILE GRAND BALL AT TILE PALACE? BOR IS LETTING Second Ditto: wertine? HER IAIR GROW, Urging. Daventer: No. He is from a financially well-to-do family of Chi cago and can trace his ancestry back into the dim past Moturr: Good, Then I hope he will establish you in a good home. Daveuter: Upon our return from the bridal tour I shall become the istress of a fine old mansion. My happiness is more than I can bear. Pesuisier: Then let us thanks. I can see that new vistas are opening before you give Now go in and wash up the supper dishes, WW. Scott. Wrong Number! WwW! EB (disguising her Guess who this is! Hesnaxp: Is. it—ah Phyllis? Wire (furiously) PHYLLIS! Husnaxn voice): Guess who this is! Post-Graduate NCE girls were taught to dot and cross their t's; they learn to dot their eyes and cross their knees. only farm THe that will ever benefit the farmer will be their i's now relief really they like? She: avas—1 uaven’t a thing To wear, to relieve him of his farm. comicbooks.com