Life, 1927-11-17 · page 19 of 48
Life — November 17, 1927 — page 19: what you’re looking at
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This page presents a comedic sketch about a street accident and its aftermath. A man named George Twill has been hit by a car. Various characters—a sympathetic bystander, a policeman, and an ambulance surgeon—interact with George and his injured friend. The humor relies on George's casual dismissal of serious injury ("I ain't proud") and his focus on mundane complaints (greasy clothes, not feeling good). The final joke shows George beating the policeman with his stick—suggesting the victim becomes unexpectedly aggressive once helped. The bottom illustrations show a mother and daughter (Doris) in domestic conflict, establishing the page's theme of everyday social friction. The "Maxim" section offers pithy observations about unmarried men, providing light philosophical commentary typical of Life's satirical format.
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2 A Friend in Need Sc Part of a city street. There has just been an accident. MAN (pushing his way through the crowd): Hey, what goes on here? Oh—if it ain't George Twill, of all people! hurt, George? Tue Victis (incoherently): Oh! Oh! Oh! Tue Max: How ya been, Geor Gosh, I ain't seen you f’ donk years. I'm doin’ pretty good mn'se! Woolens. Well, how are ya, George Ya married? Tue Victim (as before): Oh! Oh! Oh! A Poticeman: Hey—do you know this guy? Tue Man: George! Are ya Know him? Know I hope to tell you I you ought to hear this guy stories. He's a card! Hey, George, tell the cop the onc about the coon that got married. . Tue Victim: Oh! Oh! Oh! Tue Man: I guess he don't feel so good. Wait—I'll sit down on the curb beside George. I ain't proud. Say...that’s a pretty nice suit you got on, George. I knox I'm in woolens. But ya hadn't ought to let it get all over grease like that “1M sO SORRY IM LATE, DEAR, BUT 1 THOUGHT I'D HELP JOR WASH THE CAR— HE NEVER DOES GET THE SPOKES CLEAN.” Tur Vietm: Oh! Oh! Oh! For God's sake! Tue Poutceman: You a friend of Tux Man: I hope to tell you. Him and me are like that! (to the crowd.) I'm sorry, folks—I guess George don't feel so good. But you ought to hear him when he gets goin’. (To the victim.) Come on, Georgie —take a brace on yourself. dy np Mother: Now just POR THAT REMARK YOU WILL STAY IN YOUR ROOM ALL MORNING. Doris: 1 pon’t sek wiy you siouLp CHILDREN ONCE. NISH ME LIKE THAT; WE WERE ALL Tur Vietim: Oh! Oh! Oh! Tur Man: Weil, that’s how it is. If he won't, he won't. But the times I've had with this little old guy. George, do ya remember the night the goin’ t’ do all th’ saloons?... Tue Poricesan: Ab, he won't tell it. You tell it Tur Man: Well, nothin’ much happened in the first five or six saloons, see? But in the sevent’... three of us said we was (An ambulance drives up.) Tue Amavtance Scr ing through the oN (push Hey, crowd ) where's the guy that’s hurt? Turn Vierim (indicating — his friend): There he is! (He takes the policeman’s stick and bastes the man over the head with it.) Curtain. Henry William Hanemann. Maxim ARLY to bed and early to rise Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise; And (though it isn’t observed in this jingle) Men who live this way are apt to stay single J. McC. comicbooks.com