Life, 1928-07-05 · page 7 of 50
Life — July 5, 1928 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains humorous cartoons and social commentary typical of Life's satirical style. **Top cartoon**: A woman in a bathing suit confronts a man, declaring she has "NOT got a match" and wouldn't give it to him anyway—a witty double meaning about romantic compatibility versus actual matchsticks. **Middle section**: Two brief Q&A jokes mock contemporary social conventions: one about a gentleman caller arriving on Monday night (implying courtship customs), and another about fashionable shorter skirts and how women keep them from slipping. **Bottom cartoon**: A couple caught in water claim they're "just washing our car"—a humorous excuse for improper behavior (unmarried couples in water together). **Right column**: "Life's Fresh Air Fund" describes the magazine's charitable camps for underprivileged children in New York City tenements, emphasizing wholesome outdoor recreation and moral improvement.
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“I certainly have NOT got a match! And wh: REPARTEE BY A COUPLE OF ANITA LOOS FANS Buoxve: Do you know that gentleman you saw me having dinner with Monday night? | Beewerre: Yeah, I married him Wed- nesday night. ANOTHER MOMENTOUS QUESTION Sue: According to the latest fashion notes, skirts are going to be worn below the knees. He: I don’t doubt it, but how are they going to keep them on? Lire'’s Fresh Air Fund The Sidewalks of New York Once more Lire’s Camps for Needy Children have opened wide their doors to the little citizens of the poor and crowded sections of the great metropolis. Sue: Oh, dear, look! No swimming; we might get arrested. He: Aw, we'll say we're just washing our car. 's more, if I had I wouldn't give it to you.” As you read this, the boys and girls of the first two “parties” of the season are already deep in the delights of the real country, and are reveling in the almost unknown luxury of being tenderly and scientifically cared for. And now we are again on the thrilling job of rounding up those underprivileged little ones who will form the next batch of young visitors when this first vacation period closes. So we have spent most of the past few days in the slums—"East Side, West Side, all around the town.” We wish you'd been along! There would be little need then for us to write a word about the youngsters that we saw playing in the tenement streets. Did we say “playing”? Good heavens, what a tav- esty on the word the real facts are! For instance, we came upon a ragged group of little boys down in the lower East Side, gallantly trying to sail their grimy and sodden boxes in the gutter. Something caught in our throat at the sight! All we could think of was the brook at Pottersville, N. J. (Lire’s Camp for Boys). It is a dandy brook, with gorgeous old trees and feathery bushes growing along its banks. Just the right kind of place for little chaps to launch their fleets. Just the sort of playground every child should have, or he is so out of luck that he becomes very much our personal concern, (Please turn to page 30) comicbooks.com