Life, 1928-09-21 · page 11 of 36
Life — September 21, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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The top cartoon depicts a formal Senate dinner where one guest has brought an enormous pile of what appears to be potatoes—labeled "The Inverterate Golfer Carries the Caddie Idea Still Farther." This satirizes two competing 1932 Senate candidates discussed in the text below: Mr. Curtis and Mr. Robinson. The joke compares their campaign tactics to a golfer absurdly carrying excessive baggage (the potatoes symbolizing political "baggage" or campaign promises). The accompanying text criticizes both candidates' Senate campaign speeches as lacking coherence and substance, comparing Robinson's approach to a "jerky presentation" lacking plan. The bottom cartoon is a separate domestic humor joke: when asked about a huge structure behind a house, the owner replies it's merely a bathroom—satirizing the era's trend toward increasingly elaborate home fixtures.
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ent. les yub- ini- ion 9 Tue INveTerate Gotrer Carries tis qualities of sincerity, honesty and good intention, but patriotism is not enough. The viewpoint of both men is circum- scribed and unadventurous. Mr. Robinson is more vchement than profound. He gets out of breath in debate; his main imple- ment of emphasis is a shout. His speech of acceptance, which was preceded by one of Me Bowers’ cle- gant tirades, con- sisted of a jerky presentation of a few subjects without plan or coherence. It was an address in which ech paragraph consisted of a single sentence—a_ method of composition which furnishes an indication of Mr. Robinson's mind. He has a tougher job than Mr. Curtis, because as a 100 per cent Dry he has to campaign with and for a candidate who is 100 per cent Wet. Reconciliation of these viewpoints is a problem that would baffle the ingenuit of the Chief of Protocol of the French Foreign Office. eee Masses, Curtis anv Rosinson are in no immediate danger of retiring from public office. Mr. Curtis’ term in the Senate does not expire until March 3, 1933; Mr. Robinson's runs until March 3, 1931. Neither stands to suffer through his can- didacy for Vice-President. One of them will get the job. The other will continue tHe Capore Inga STi. FartHer as Republican or Democratic manager of the Senate, as the event may indicate. You will hear of them now and then throughout the campaign, although the candidates for President put them both into the shade. The Senator from Kansas is small potatoes compared with Mr. Hoover. The Senator from Arkansas is the merest routinier compared with Mr. Smith. Neither will influence the outcome except to the extent to which propinquity will entice votes. Their appeal is the same as the phonetic advertisement which en- joins the public: “Buy From Your Nabor- hood Store.” Either Mr. Curtis or Mr. Robinson will preside over the Senate with sufficient dignity and grace, will furnish pleasant, if not brilliant or pungent conversation at dinner, but whether, if another demon- stration of mortality should occur, which Heaven forbid, cither of these gentlemen would make a good President of the United States is a speculation upon which I decline to enter. Your guess is as good as mine. It must be remembered that a former Mayor of Northampton, Massa- chusetts, who was projected into that office became one of the most admired Presidents in history. Henry Suydam, GROWTH OF THE SOIL Tuere, little forest with poplars so high, You'll be a rich man’s estate by and by. There, little rich man’s exclusive estate, You'll be a golf course, as certain as fate. There, little golf course, I pray you don’t cry, A swell sub-division you'll be by and by. There, Gleaming Gables, no longer so bright, Now you are ripe for a factory site! A. L. Apsreviateo Maxim—It’s a poor tule that won't work. “What's that huge structure behind your house?” “That's our bathroom.” comicbooks.com