Life, 1928-02-02 · page 15 of 38
Life — February 2, 1928 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes young women's social and romantic behavior in the early 20th century. The main cartoon depicts a woman breathlessly telling her mother about attending a "Young People's Conference" where attendees voted to "abolish war"—suggesting naive idealism. The dialogue column "The True Confession Girl Bares All" mocks female gossip and romantic drama. A young woman confesses details about meeting a wealthy, distinguished man at a social gathering, describing their encounter in breathless, melodramatic terms. The humor targets women's preoccupation with romance and social climbing. The embedded comic strip joke references marriage and journalism, satirizing women's desperation to get published or married. Overall, the page ridicules young women as simultaneously idealistic about social causes yet entirely focused on romance and social status.
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“Oh, Mother, our Young People’s Conference was so exciting! We voted to abolish war.” The True Confession Girl Bares All ER GIRL FRIEND: Who was that wonder man I saw you with last week? Tue True C sstion Girt: You mean the tall, inguished one who lavished costly gifts upon me? Gint Frienp: The same. When I saw him he was gratifying your every whim. Gint: He always does. And he whispers tender bits of love to me, too. I met him in a den of pleasure. Gin. Frienp: Gracious! What were you doing there? Were you trying to forget? Girt: That was it. I was defying all the conventions of society and had sunk deeply into the mire. Gint Frrenp: I see. And was he born to wealth and assured social position ? Girt: Oh, of course. A graduate of a prominent barbers’ college, he was what the world calls successful. We were fated to meet. Girt Frrenp: How did it happen? Girt: Our eyes met first. Our hands touched. He stroked my silken tresses and then crushed me to him in a vice-like grip. Girt Frienp: Did he press kisses upon your lips? Girt: Lots of them. And his eyes shot fire, too. Gint Frienp: How exciting. Did he speak with honeyed accents? Girt: Very honeyed. He said I looked like some wild, exotic flower. His words seared my soul. the paper that Mabel is married.” it terrible what some girls will do to get into print!” Gint Frrenp: Then did an an- guished cry escape you, and every- thing go blank? Girt: Yes. Something seemed to snap in my brain, and suddenly a great light broke over me. I saw it all. This man loved me. Girt Frienp: I see. Love must have been born in your hearts that night. Did he know your story? Girt: Oh, yes, I told him every- thing, but he forgave me and pro- cured a marriage license at once. And now we live in a wonderful little vine-covered home in Yonkers. Girt Frrenp: Oh, the wonder of it. Does not your heart sing out for pure joy? Git: It does. Happiness is mine. And now let’s turn on the radio. I’m just dying for some excitement. W.W. Scott. Cause and Effect “NAY uncle fainted in his office, M yesterda “Why didn’t somebody give him a drink of whisky?” “Somebody did—just before he fainted.” comicbooks.com