Life, 1927-11-10 · page 41 of 44
Life — November 10, 1927 — page 41: what you’re looking at
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This page continues a serialized story about college life centered on a football game. The narrative follows Ronald Petherbridge and Doris through a dramatic match between two schools (Tait vs. Colton). The story satirizes typical college football enthusiasm: undergraduates performing synchronized cheering gestures, coaches and professors getting swept up in school spirit, and romantic subplots intertwining with athletic competition. The climax involves Ronald scoring a touchdown while Doris emotionally encourages him from the sidelines. The satire gently mocks the overwrought drama and earnestness of collegiate football culture of the era—the breathless play-by-play narration, the synchronized crowd responses, and how football games become occasions for romantic and institutional theater. The page also includes period advertisements (Barbasol shaving cream, Wrigley's gum) and a brief joke ("Kute Kiddie Krack") unrelated to the main story.
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Rah! Rah! Broadway! (Continued from page 32) whereupon the gay undergraduates, unable to restrain themselves longer, pile down onto the football field. During this typical exhibition of college spirits, Doris makes her way to the side of Professor SNovonass.) Donis (in a confidential shriek): Tell me, Professor, did you flunk “Bull” to give Ronald...a chance? Proresson SNoporass (brusquely) : Tut, tut, my dear. self...ahem...once! (With a loud sigh he limps out of sight, mopping his eyes with a red bandana handkerchief. The under- graduates, following an old college custom, form a single line on the field directly before the stands. As the Coach blows a shrill whistle, they immediately point their forefingers directly before them.) Unverorapuates (in unison): Hurray! They're off! See, Ronald has the ball! He is running down the field! Oh, e Colton man is tackling him! No, he has gotten away! Run, Ronald, run! He fal- ters! Oh, the Colton man is tackling him again! He is falling! He is falling! Can nothing save him?. .. (In the sudden silence that fol- lows, Doris advances two steps for- I was young my- Ask the Man Who Mows One The tougher the beard, the easier itisto shave with Barbasol. . . No brush. Norub-in. No after-smart. Try Barbasol— 3 times—accord- ing to directions. “Mister, you’re next!” Barbasol For Modern Shaving The Barbasol Company Indianapolis, Ind. Tenclose 10c. Please send trial tube. pleasure of the big meal —but is important After Every Meal i119 ward and extends both her arms.) Doris (in a soft soprano) +80 remembah. . .the girl 0’... your dree- DERGRADUATES = (in See, he has heard her! He has stopped falling! (They commence to describe a slow are with their fore- fingers.) Hurray! He is running again! Hurray! Twenty yards to go! Hurray! Ten yards to go! Hurray! TOUCHDOWN! (Amid tremendous enthusiasm Ronatp Petiensrivor is borne back victoriously on the shoulders of Coach Sweeney and Professor Snoporass. His football shoes are covered with talcum powder, but his brand-new football uniform is other- wise immaculate.) Coacu Sweeney: Colton—36 to 0! Unperorapuates (in unison): Hurray for Ronald Petherbridge! Ronatp (clasping Donis in his arms, amid a brief silence): In a unison): We have beat love-nest true, For just we two, I'll bill and coo, With the girl o° . dree—eee- (While Roxarp “Buit” Levanp and the leader, and -mah eams Doris, girl cheer and Professor and the Dean ov tHe Gints embrace in the center of the smiling firiedly and glancing surrepti tiously at atches, the gay undergraduates place their feet on the backs of their hands setwe shout the to the “ football end.) Score their wrist-x their necks, clap en their legs and words—if there Varsity Scuff, are any as the big celebration comes to an Tait 36—Colton 0. Kute Kiddie Krack [ITTLE WILLY was 1 picture of Elijah heaven in a chariot of fire. to the halo on the prophet’s head he excl, Pointing imed : “See, he’s carrying an extra tire!” comicbooks.com