Life, 1927-11-03 · page 27 of 44
Life — November 3, 1927 — page 27: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century American social conventions: **"How to Get a Ticket for the Big Game"** humorously catalogs absurd ways to obtain football tickets through manipulation—leveraging friendships with university presidents, threatening donation withdrawals, or claiming professional promotion credentials. The joke reflects how collegiate athletics created a secondary ticket market and social favoritism. **"And the Jury Voted Not Guilty!"** depicts relentless social pressure to overeat at dinner. The hostess repeatedly insists Mr. Zipser accept more meat despite his polite refusals, satirizing oppressive Victorian-era hospitality customs where refusing food was considered insulting. **"The Tactful Tailor"** jokes that a tailor mistakenly used boxer Gene Tunney's measurements (obtained from newspaper photos) to cut a suit, humorously explaining a poor fit. **"Perfect Harmony"** ironically presents a man bragging about his submissive marriage while his wife—billed as "Miss Cloud Devere, woman champion weight-lifter and spike-driver"—descends the stairs. The satire undercuts his claims of marital superiority. **The final joke** presents a motorist claiming his wife fell asleep in the back seat during an accident—implying careless driving.
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Li How to Get a Ticket for the Big Game I EMAND ticket from Athletic Association on ground you are great friend of the president. Demand ticket from president on ground your contri bution to Retirement Fund would have already reached him except for fact you were waiting until able to send double requested amount Demand ticket from football captain on ground you are professional football promoter. Demand ticket from football coach on ground you are one of alumni who favor giving him ten-year contract. Buy ticket from speculator CN. EB And the Jury Voted Not Guilty! “Witt you have some more meat, Mr. Zipser?” “No, thank you.” “Oh, do have just a little bit more “No, thanks. It's delicious. But I really couldn't.” “Oh, now, Mr. Zipser. You had such a small helping. You must have just a bit more.” “No. Really. It’s awfully good. But T couldn't.” See. This nice, tender, brown little slice.” “Please. No. I've eaten so much and——" Didn't you like the meat?” ‘Yes! Oh, my, yes! But [ had rather a late lunch and——"* “Oh, come on, Mr. Zipser. Just another small piece.” “No. Really. 1 couldn't. 1 really mustn't.” “Please do have just a little bit—it’s for you. "IT know, but really I— ‘Here's a nice rare piece I'm sure you'll like.” ' “No. Really— . . FUNNY THING, MK. BECKER—OUR CUTTER LOST TIE but if you'll’ be MEASUREMENTS WE MADE OF YOU, so HE CUT THUS SUIT so kind as to pass \ FROM GENE TUNNEY’S MEASUREMENTS THAT HE GOT OUT me that carving ( OF THE NEWSPAPER. knife, TI. Robert Lord. Perfect Harmony SDPESPITE the prevailing opinion that we stag An people are seldom matrimonially successful, I A have never regretted my choice. I continually urge my Enthusiast wife to make me her confidant and aide, and. to look ORTH: Is to me for inspiration. In the little disputes that befall Webster a : every couple I have cheerfully borne the heaviest bur ? ‘ : den of blame, and not serious quarrel has ever West: Why, he i marred our conjugal happiness. 1 have never at not only wants ai : / tempted to shirk a task or take advantage of a man’s the Eighteenth iy privilege to rule. In the twenty years we have appeared Amendment — re J before the public—don't omit that point in your inter pealed, but he view, please—she has known me for her most loyal wants the repeal ; supporter and generous critic. That's her coming down made retroactive! f the stairs now—come right in, dear. IT take pleasure in == introducing my wife—billed in all the better vaude “V JERE you . ville houses as Miss Cloud Devere, woman champion personally weight-lifter and spike-driver of the world cond ucte , % i NEXT DANCE? Harry Epstein your tour? She: aut 1 pon’T KNow you. “Yes, my wife He: THEN MAYBE we HAD BETTER OLICEMAN: How did the accident happen? went along.” SIT ONE OUT FIRST. Motorist: My wife fell asleep in the back seat. comicbooks.com