Life, 1928-05-17 · page 12 of 42
Life — May 17, 1928 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon depicts a woman in 1920s attire standing with several men holding golf clubs, with the caption "Try one o' my cigarettes, lady—me and David Belasco smoke 'em." **Key figures and references:** - **David Belasco** was a famous Broadway producer/director of the era, referenced here as a celebrity endorsement - The woman appears to be **Lindbergh** (likely referencing Charles Lindbergh's wife or a female aviator contemporary) - The cartoon satirizes how women were adopting traditionally male behaviors—smoking cigarettes and golfing—during the 1920s **The satire:** The joke mocks the "modern woman" phenomenon of the Jazz Age, showing women entering spaces (smoking, golf) previously reserved for men, while using celebrity endorsement as implied social approval. It reflects anxiety about changing gender roles post-suffrage.
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“Try one o’ my cigarettes, lady—me and David Belasco smoke ’em.” Why Lindbergh Prefers Flying “Hetxo, Lindy! Remember me? I’m the guy who chipped off a piece of your plane at Le Bourget last summer. I've still got it. Here it is: would you mind autographing it for me? “You thought you'd fool us by landing here, didn’t you? Ah-ha-ha! We saw you coming a mile away. ‘That’s Lindy,’ I says to my pals. ‘That's Lucky Plucky Lindy, the Eagle of the U. S. A.’ So we all piled over here to meet you. We knew you'd be disappointed if there wasn’t a big turnout at the field... . Have a cigar? “How would you like to talk to the Cercle Frangais, after the parade? They're all crazy to hear you. You could just say a few words, telling how you crossed the Adantic, and what a reception you got, and all the medals and honors you've re- ceived. And say—keep this under your hat—we're going to crack open a little pre-War Bourbon after the party. How about it? (Nudge.) “The girls here are wild to meet you. There's going to be a big dance at Free- masons Hall, and we want you to select the most beautiful girl of Kankakee and pin a badge on her. Then they'll all line up at one end of the room, and you can kiss them one by one. How’s that? “Say, Lindy, seriously now: do you really think airplane travel is safe? I re- alize great strides have been made lately, and of course your hops to Paris and Mexico and down in Central America turned out pretty lucky, but honestly, it’s all a gamble, isn’t it? You just happened to get the breaks. “Hey! Where are you going? Wait! Don't get back in that plane! Aren’t you going to stay for the celebration? Here's the keys to the city!....Humph! All right for you, you old Am assador of the Air! Good wil my eye!” Norman R, Jaffray. ONE IN A CARLOAD “Tues women are getting too clever. I saw one driving a car——” “Doing a good job, was she?” “Too good. Her exhibition made me feel like an amateur.” “What did she do so exceptionally well?” “Lit a cigarette without stopping.” Mountain Interval “Tuese mountain paths have confused me, stranger. I want to get to Zack Simpson's cabin. Could you sect me right?” “T reckon so. You-uns take the road up yonder and follow it till you-uns come to Jed Turner’s still, When you-uns get there turn east ull you-uns fetch up to Charity Creek. Cross the bridge that's right by Jeff Adams’ still and keep on ull you-uns come to a still tended by the ugliest, laziest, longest-legged cuss you ever laid eyes on. That's my pardner. But don’t believe a word he says—jest mosey on till you-uns come by a couple of stills close together. The shack nearest the second still 1s Zack's.” “Thank you, stranger.” “Is it asking too much to tell me what you-uns want with Zack?” “Not at all. I'm a revenue agent. There’s moonshine being made here: abouts. Word has come to me that Zack Simpson's set up a still, and I’ve come up to investigate. I'll find out where that moonshine’s coming from if I have to stick around these mountains for te rest of my life.” H. Epstein. comicbooks.com