Life, 1928-03-22 · page 11 of 34
Life — March 22, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two unrelated cartoons from an early 20th-century issue. The **top cartoon** shows a child asking their mother why such a beautiful cathedral exists in a "hick town"—satirizing the contrast between architectural grandeur and provincial settings. The **bottom cartoon** depicts a car interior where a passenger tells the driver "Jack, you ought to have something done about that windshield. I can hardly see myself in it." This is a joke about vanity and self-absorption: the passenger is criticizing the windshield's reflective quality not for safety reasons, but because he cannot admire his own reflection in it. The accompanying text is "Mrs. Peps Diary," a domestic humor column dated February 28th, describing mundane household matters and social interactions.
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“Mother, why do they build such a beautiful cathedral in a hick town like this?” My breakfast grapefruit tasting queer, yet pleas- antly familiar, I did make enquiries, to learn that Sam had told Katie to follow the Cali- fornia custom of substituting a tablespoonful of gin for the wonted sherry, nor was it a bad exchange, neither, for from it I did gain cour- age to go straight down to Dr. Schwartz to have my feet fixed without waiting for them to pain me, Ns. Pops Diary as is my usual habit. But I did chirp and squawk as badly as ever when he set about the business, until I was embarrassed at being such a zany, and did ask him if he had any other patients with so little control as I, whereupon he comforted me by mentioning one woman who does say her prayers all the time he is at work, albeit she does admit that he has never hurt her. Then hastily back home, where three contract “Jack, you ought to have something done about that windshield. I can hardly see myself in it.” zealots were come for luncheon. which we ate mushroom bisque, eg! Aurore, spinach, cold ham and salad, all tasting exceedingly good, me- thought. And FE Goings did tell us how her husband, off to make a speech at some University, had lamented that he would have but the time spent en route in which to pre- pare his remarks, and how she did remind him that Abraham Lincoln had once written a speech on a train which turned out to be adequate, whereupon he did thank her heartily for having given him so splendid a start on his own. Then to cards, and Lord! such a game, what with bells a-ringing, artisans working at the electric system until we did finally take to candles, and the door- men announcing the motors of per- fect strangers, so that when some peace was finally secured after four o'clock, I did tell those below that they were to ring the house tele- phone again on no occasion soever, even should the Archbishop of Can- terbury call and ask for me. Lost eight dollars in the hubbub, too, which did please me no whit. Read- ing all’ (Please turn to page 26) comicbooks.com