Life, 1928-02-02 · page 30 of 38
Life — February 2, 1928 — page 30: what you’re looking at
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This page collects short humorous pieces mocking contemporary social follies. The main cartoon by Mihura (a Spanish cartoonist) depicts two men in an escalating cycle of insults—one tells the other he's an idiot, leading to recursive accusations of being a "bum," "rascal," and "thief," culminating in threats to repeat the cycle. It satirizes how petty disputes spiral absurdly through third-party gossip and wounded pride. The accompanying jokes target various modern behaviors: a man arrested for "being a pal" to his son (satirizing excessive drinking/indulgence), a private detective who manufactures suspicions to justify his employment, and quick courtship among working-class couples. The poem "Hangover" mocks someone swearing off nightlife and sensations, promising to embrace books and solitude—then immediately undermining that resolve by requesting a drink. The page ridicules 1920s urban excess, gossip culture, and hollow resolutions.
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Our Foolish “Aut Scissors aut Nullus” “FERNANDEZ TOLD ME YOU SAID 1 WAS AN IDIOT, I'VE C “BESIDES THAT, You'Re A BUM— SHAMEL “AND A RASCAL— “SOW WHAT WILL You “ARE YOU GO} Do anovT it me? “THEN VLL SAY IT To Your PACE— “AND YOU'RE “AND REPEAT IT— Es3— “xo, sin! 1a GOING TO WIT FERNANDEZ.” —Mihura, in Gutiérrez (Madrid). Father's Day in Court Sur: They tell me you were arrested for disorderly conduct the other day. He: Yes, I tried being a pal to my boy.—A merica’s Humor. Wife: you WANT To sHapow MY HUs- BAND? BUT I HAVE NO SUSPICIONS oF 111M! Private Detective: vox’r worny—wer'Lt atve rou some.—Le Petit Bleu (Paris). =) Quick Work Aw Alabama man declares that the bricfest courtship of all was that of a darkey couple in that State. It ran about as follows, Rastus speaking first: “Why don’t you take me?” “*Cause yo’ ain't ast me.” “Well, now I asts yo’.” “Well, now I has yo’.” —Charleston News and Courier. The Noncommittal Editor From the Mercyville (Ia.) Banner: “Those who knew Edward Tillinghast will be interested to learn that he has resigned from the orchestra. He made it what it is.” —Buffalo Courier-Ezpress. Ir is a well-known fact that the half- dozen or so Mrs. Hoppers who have given their former husband the air now have little or no trouble in keeping DeWolf from the door.—Film Fun, Contemporaries Hangover Tuese hunts for new sensations, I am quitting them. There’s nothing in this frenzied tally- ho. My teeth are firm together, I am gritting them— And when I grit I grit, I'll have you know. Henceforth if I must really be gregari- ous Tl mingle with the authors on my shelves. The ways of true delight are multifari- ous; The night club is for silly other selves, There's so much that I've missed while I've been seeing things— The treasure of the ages in a tome. It’s words, not people, that are human being things. T'll cultivate that hideaway, the home. I do not say that drinking I'll abomi- hate— Liqueurs and wines, they add a rosy look— But alcohol as such shall never dominate My quest for life; I'll find it in a book. Of course, right now I need a little pick-me-up. And then I'll show you that I’ve got the stuff. Not me—I’ll never let my toddy trick me up. Enough, I've always said, is quite enough. But say, last night that hound did bite me hellishly.... Another nip....that's really what I need.... Good-by, old party pals....1 don't speak +++-jealoushly.... You....dick to strinking, babies, while I read. —Howard Dietz, in New York World. She: ¥Ave You ANY GRAPES YET? He (late of the shoe department): YES, MADAM; WHAT SIZE GRAPE DO YOU TAKE? —Starr Wood’s Annual (London). Os | and V Boston car in next was di day. | bad pl subway} a bom said, t “Do bombet “Sur Millay. Acquit One | comicbooks.com