Life, 1928-06-21 · page 11 of 38
Life — June 21, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This untitled cartoon depicts two figures pouring what appears to be money or resources down onto a third figure below—likely representing taxpayers or citizens receiving government benefits or assistance. The caption "Say 'thank you!'" suggests ironic commentary on gratitude expectations. The drawing's style and the text references (including mentions of conventions and political figures like Alfred E. Smith) suggest this is 1920s-era satire, probably commenting on government spending or relief programs. The cartoon appears to critique either: 1. Forced or insincere gratitude demanded from aid recipients, or 2. The expectation that citizens should be grateful for government distribution of their own tax dollars The specific political context remains unclear without additional publication date confirmation.
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WEOrRaRATERATA SS eee LCE RY 27-38 hotographed since March 3, 1921, tare poriae for the movies. Ex-Am- bassadors and Ex-Cabinet Ministers will be proclaiming that Little Annie Rooney js their sweetheart. Anybody not wearing 3 white ribbon in the lapel will be in- yited around before dinner, and even oil magnates will be allowed to set 'em up. When the Convention adjourns, the Columbian Order of New York (not to be confused with the Democratic County Committee) will take a boat trip North. If you hear “East Side, West Side” com- ing up Ambrose Channel on or about July Fourth, you will know that Alfred E, Smith has won, Henry Suydam. Backwash Way should I rake them up, lad?— The sins of long ago When I was but a pup, lad, Rampaging to and fro. (You know how one will rove and range). I broke girls’ hearts for fun; And now I’m sitting old and strange, A-mumbling in the sun, Why should I tell them over, lad? You'll go your own sweet pace, Like every other rover, lad, Laughing in wisdom’s face. Why tcll my tales of wasted nights, Of warm red lips and luring arms, Of riot and of dead delights, Of vanished and forgotten charms? Why should I try to warn you, lad? You'll have to bark your shins; And growing boys will scorn you, lad, For moaning of your sins. Oh, sins I sinned by ten and ten! The girls I'd love—deceive and flout them! Why should I bring them up again? Because I love to talk about them! ]. B. Barry. HANDIPHONE Haroto: My, what a strange picture. Why all the waving of hands? Berry: Oh, silly, that’s: the first Jew- ish talking picture. DEFINITION Van—That large, cavernous affair into which the furniture is put to have it churned. A covpte in Utah, aged 103 and 9, have decided to separate. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? “Say ‘thank you!” One Place Like Home “Wetcome to Seashore Inn!” cried the cager-to-please proprietor as the new guests registered. “We want you to feel rfectly at home while you are with us fee: In fact, we've taken especial pains to make your accommodations here just like your rooms at home. As soon as you wired for a reservation, we had our special investigator look over your resi- cence and advise us just what changes to make here to add that Boney touch, “The cold water tap in the bathroom has been adjusted so that it drips slowly and noisily, and the stream from the hot water tap has been reduced to a mere trickle, just as in your own bathroom. We had a little difficulty with the beds, but I think you will find that they now sag just the right amount. The mirror in the dressing table has been cracked in the old familiar way, and the window has been adjusted so that it positively cannot be raised more than three inches. And last but not least, our telephone girl has been supplied with a list of your favorite wrong numbers!” J. Cc. EB. Greta Garso: Give me a kiss. Joun Girsert: Don't talk shop. comicbooks.com.