Life, 1928-03-15 · page 6 of 34
Life — March 15, 1928 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces of humor content: **"The Wearin' of the Green"** (top): An illustration of a fairy or cherub playing a harp, referencing the Irish song/phrase. The connection between Irish identity and harps is the visual joke. **"Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady?"** (center): A flirtation dialogue between Chester and Flora. Chester awkwardly courts Flora in a drawing room, complimenting her appearance and asking her to marry him. The satire targets clumsy male courtship tactics and the formal romantic conventions of the era. **"More Data on the Average Man"** (right): Brief observations about typical male preferences—theater, entertainment, radio gadgets, and family genealogy—presenting stereotypical masculine interests humorously. The page reflects early-20th-century domestic humor focused on romance, gender relations, and social behaviors.
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UNS A Life \ x \) Uy, \ \ \ It Seems THere Were a Courte or Hares Faint Heart Ne’er Won Fair Lady? “Ol so0d evening, Flora. I---- -just thought I'd come in you to-night.” “Why, Chester! You sweet boy! I'm so glad you did.” “Ah----you're not busy, are you? You're sure you haven't got some- thing better to do?” “I'm free as the air. Do take off your things and come in and sit on the sofa.” “Oh, thanks, Flora! Thanks aw- fully....Is it all right to sit in this chai It looks a little rickety.” “Come over by me, and be sociable. There! ow, how's that?” “Ah----is it comfortable for you? Aren’t you a bit----er----cramped, as it were, Flora? “Don't be ridic, Chester. don't move! I'm all right.” “Well, Flora, it certainly is a pleasant evening.” “Never saw a better....My, your coat smells nice! It’s got that tobac- co smell. Mmmmmmmm! I like it.” No, no, “IT say, Flora, I hope you'll par- don saying it, but your hair is--- ah---it’s as fragrant as the---er--—-the scent of flowers....You don’t mind my being so personal?” “You bold, bad boy! Flora is angry her naughty Chester. Flora slap bad boy on wrist.” (Pat!) “T haven't offended you, have 1? I didn't mean----” “There, there! mind. I'll forgive y once...... Eeeeek! Help! A mouse! Catch me, Ches- ter, I'm going to faint!” “e # wiv “Flora-----ahs--my dear -----will you----ah----marry me?” N.R. J. UR idea of the world’s softest job: Shoe- maker for Lindbergh. He: But I can’t. You Left Me Much Your love was brief, but you left me much To brighten my way through life, You taught me the song that the white moon sings And the song of the Gypsy's knife; You found for me words that were bits of the sun And smiles that were whispers of You left me kisses—but why go on? My wallflower days are entirely gone— You made me a wow with the boys! Ruby Harlow. More Data on the Average Man HEN he goes to the theatre he doesn't want to see any deep stuff: he wants to see some enner- tainment. His favorite movie theatre has a wonderful orchester. He knows about all the latest deevices on the raddio. He wishes he had a nickel for every dollar that was grafted whea they built the new Municipal Build- ing. His wife wants to know how far back her family goes, so she has written to a gencologist. He says that Tooney may be a better boxer than Dempsey, but if you locked them both up in a room and let them go to it, Jack would just about massacree Tooney. Sue: No, I can't be your wife. Won't you ples 0 away and forget me? I'm a memory expert. comicbooks.com