Life, 1928-04-12 · page 19 of 42
Life — April 12, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate pieces of humor content: **"East Is West"** (by W.B. France): A traveler's anecdote mocking Americans' geographical confusion. A man traveling East meets skeptics who question whether "East" exists until reaching Maine, and later encounters a sea captain and college friend who express bewilderment about Eastern destinations. The satire targets American parochialism and regional ignorance. **"On Such a Night"** (by P.S.L.): Romantic prose about a moonlit evening, likely meant as sentimental parody or gentle mockery of overwrought romantic literature. **"Sure Sign" and "Prescription"**: Two brief comic vignettes—one about a broken roommate situation, another a nonsensical fake medical prescription, exemplifying Life's characteristic short-form humor. The illustrations are period cartoons rendered in ink, typical of 1920s magazine style.
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Life East Is West I GOT on the train at Seattle to take a trip back East to New York. As the train pulled out, I got into conversation with the man who had the upper berth of my section, and discovered that he, too, was go- ing back East to visit his old home town. “Where do you go?” I asked. “Butte, Montana!” he informed me with pride. “Great town! The West is all right, but I have to run back East to the old home now and then. * *. * r In a day or so he got off at Butte. His berth was taken by another man who was going back East—to Chi- cago. After I had changed trains at Chicago, I met a man who was go- ing back East to Pittsburgh. I continued on back East to New York. ** # In New York I met an old college friend who was about to leave the big city. I asked him where he was going. “Down East,” he informed me. “For the love of mud!” I claimed. “Isn't this East?” He looked at me with scornful pity, as if uncertain of my wits. ex- Sure Sicn Mrs. Muces: So you'll have to throw out new roomer you got? Mrs. Tuccs: Yes, he started flirting with right away—and that means he's broke, “TI should say not!” he explained. “You ain't East until you get to Maine!” ee * I had spent several hundred dol- lars to go East, so I decided I might as well do so. I went to Maine. In Maine I met an old sea captain, busily preparing for a vi'age. “Where are you bound for?” I in- quired. “The East,” he told me. “Lord help us!" I said. worse than the proverbial Where is the E: He gave me a keen glance to see if my question was scrious. “Chiny!" he declared. “Well, I'm glad to know it,” I told him. “And say! When you get to Shanghai, will you send me a souvenir postcard? By that time I'll be Way Out East in Seattle!” W. B. France. “This is flea! On Such a Night HE night was warm and the air seemed heavy with the fragrant perfumes that follow a late after- noon shower. A big yellow moon hung low in the heavens. Merely to glance at it was to conjure up visions of low-slung roadsters and the open road. Exotic kisses borne on gentle breezes unearthed a thousand memories and sweet associations. Fleecy clouds lolled lazily in sharp re- lief against a blue-black sky. It was a night for lovers. So, hugging the descriptive booklet from Baboon Beach close to my breast, I staggered groggily off to bed. PLS. LL. Prescription SAFCETIDA, HS, Add a gram of I Con-Fi Dash of Coke, Bares Plot Hokum, Com. Strip Joke; Spiritus Fru., Fromage de Brie, Fill the Pill with TNT. Paint it with a Pink Sachet, Here’s the Tabloid for to-day! Cyril B. Egan. the me “Kind of nasty weather we're having— wasn't it?” comicbooks.com