Life, 1928-09-21 · page 8 of 36
Life — September 21, 1928 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This cartoon depicts a chaotic courtroom scene with the caption "Souvenir, huh? Well, tell that to the Judge." The image shows what appears to be a crowded, disorderly legal proceeding with multiple figures in period dress. The accompanying text references various entertainment industry figures and disputes, including mentions of Patsy Ruth Miller, Bugs Baer, and discussions about "The Ladder" (apparently an advertisement or show). The humor appears to target Hollywood's legal troubles and disputes of the era, satirizing the entertainment industry's scandals and courtroom drama. The exact identity of "the criminal" remains unclear from the image alone, though the chaotic courtroom setting suggests satire of sensationalized legal proceedings common in 1920s popular culture and entertainment news.
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Tue Criminat “Souvenir, huh? Well, tell that to the Judge.” or something, says that “it is far better to be cussed at than yawned at.”....They oy that a brunette is a girl who didn’t follow the instructions on the bottle. ... H. T. Webster, who specializes in bridge cartoons, seldom wins at the game..... The distinction between “The Ladder,” the world’s champ flop, and a lot of other shows was that “The Ladder’ advertised its free seats in the papers..... Trader Horn wears a flannel shirt with his dress oe No matter what you touch in Clara Bow's Beverly Hills dwelling, you get an electric shock..... Patsy Ruth Miller hasn’t indorsed any ciggies is that all Hollywood knows that she rolls her own, and Bugs Baer, de- scribing a peeved fellow, said: “He was as sore as a porcupine with ingrown quills!” Walter Winchell. HIS “BROAD” WAY One Fresuman: Is your room-mate a broadminded chap? Anotuer: Say, that’s all he thinks of. MRS. PEP’S DIARY Up at daybreak, in order to win a bet that I should not 27 be out in time this morning to see the horses schooled, so to the polo field to watch them, and then back toa fine breakfast, the first one that I have had at table in ten or fifteen years. The first of the day so beautiful, too, that | did resolve aloud to enjoy it more fre quently in the future, causing Samuel to choke on a bit of toast. Then to the vil- lage, to buy some more linen and lace to be made into tea napkins, and mecting up with Mag Holmes, she did tell me that she is distraught because the new French servants who were proving themselves in- dispensable had gone suddenly back to New York, and when I inquired the reason for their exodus, she did say she feared it was because of their difhculty in keeping straight faces when she spoke to them in their native tongue. Nor is there aught much more comickal, to my notion, than American employers’ trying out their French on servants who under- stand English, the most they ever accom- plish being “Madame, —la,” with a good deal of pointing, or a longer sentence shorn of many of its significant verbs. A great company at luncheon, the house be- ing full of guests, and we did discuss this and that invention which might increas cosmic felicity, and Sam suggested a mag- net that would attract the particles of shell remaining in a bowl of nuts after any given cook thought she had them all ready for cake or confection, but | myself would be glad of a lorgnon spring which would function for more than twenty-four hours after leaving cither merchant or repair desk. Up the lake in the late afternoon so that the men might swim, and when Sam emerged from the water with his hair arched down on his forchead I caught for the first time what Mistress Hastings meant when she said he looked like Confucius. August Our host and Sam off early August to Syracuse to see the sheep 28 judged at the State Fair, © lay late, reading the journals when they came, and noting how Chicago hous wives are rampant at having to pay from fifty to fifty-five cents a pound for butter, and here I have been paying seventy ceats comicbooks.com —\\h