Life, 1927-10-06 · page 8 of 40
Life — October 6, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate pieces of humor commentary: **Top illustration:** Shows a couple with the caption "How do you keep your children in at night? I have an enclosed car." This satirizes how automobiles—then still relatively new—were becoming popular venues for young people's unsupervised dating and socializing, alarming parents. **"More Reasons":** A poem by Gene Bromme listing why he loves someone, humorously emphasizing their *lack* of pretension—never attempting fancy clothing, never knocking on doors loudly, never being overly familiar. It's gentle mockery of ordinary, unpretentious affection. **"Some Relic":** A cartoon dialogue between an antique dealer and customer about a chair allegedly belonging to Julius Caesar, with the dealer later claiming it came from a Chamber of Commerce. This satirizes both dubious antique authentication and boosterism.
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“Stow po you KEEP YOUR CHILDREN IN aT NiguT?”” “DT MAVE AN ENCLOSED CAR,” More Reasons \ JHY T love him, even though he doesn’t look like John Gilbert's lost twin brother: Because he never attempts fancy clog steps. Because he never tries to do faney card tricks. Because he never greets me “Hello, Sheba.” Because he never says, “Let's neck.” with, Because he never yells, “And how!” Because he never knocks the day- lights out of my father when he greets him. Because he never tells my that she looks as daughter. mother young as her Because he loves me, even though I am no counterpart of Norma Tal- madge. Gene Browne. The Avid Muse MY innse’s inspiration springs ANL From sources low and sadly tainted . With common and plebeian things (With which, of course, you're unacquainted ). She most melodiously sings— Composing vill When Fancy to her vision brings A red-hot dog with mustard on it. lle or sonnet— If you'd inspire my muse to most Exalted efforts just prepare her A visionary round of roast Beef, underdone, or—even rarer— Corned beef and cabbage—humble fare, Much favored by the lower orders, Who relish its aroma where The paying guests are merely boarders, O tripe and onions! Your incense, hea ing, Evokes an evanescent dream Of feasts Lucullan, never ending. The ficcting fragrance of the rose My muse despises and belittle: The she Dish supreme! nward ascend- sweetest songs those She warbles when she dreams of victuals, J. Adair Strawson. Giving It Wings DLUB: Why letter on fly ? Den: I want to send it by air mail. writing your Antique Dealer: ou, ves. Some Relic TIS CHAIR REALLY BELONGED TO JULIUS C.¥SAR, BUT THIS LABEL ON IT SAYS “GRAND RAPIDS. Antique Dealer: ov course. YOU SEE—ER—IT WAS PRESENTED TO HIM BY THE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE OF THAT CITY. Customer: comicbooks.com