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Life — October 12, 1928 — page 32: Life, 1928-10-12

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This is a humor anthology page from Life magazine featuring satirical jokes and cartoons from international sources (credited to papers in Stockholm, London, Munich, Paris, Toronto, etc.). The content includes: **Political humor**: A child's anecdote about arguing whether Al Smith or Herbert Hoover will be the next president—referencing the 1928 U.S. presidential election between these two candidates. **Social/domestic comedy**: Jokes about hangovers, children's behavior, marital dynamics, and 1920s consumer culture (like a nervous-breakdown Buick automobile). **International satire**: References to Secretary of State Kellogg's Peace Pact (likely the 1928 Kellogg-Briand Pact outlawing war), Government liquor stores (Prohibition-era context), and gender roles. The cartoons mock contemporary absurdities: a man asking his wife to dance, a wife trusting her vacationing husband with dishes, and a couple arguing about piano placement. The overall tone is light, observational humor about everyday middle-class life and politics.

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Our Foolish “Pardon me, may I have a dance with my wife?” —Sonprcsnisse-Sraix (StocKHOLM). A BLANK SPOT Hacr-a-pozen fellows bound for New York had chummed up on the liner. When about half- way across, one of them gave a party. Cham- pagne flowed freely, and was largely partaken of by the host, Green. The next morning one of the party was on deck early, when a steward approached. “Mr. Green would like to see you, sir," said the man, ‘‘He’s still in his cabin."* The other found Green with a wet towel round his head. “Hello, old chap, how are you?"* he asked. “Oh, I'm all right," was the reply. “I re- member nearly everything that happened last night, but one thing puzzles me; I know I stood the supper, but tell me, old man, who paid for the taxi?’"—Tit-Bits (London), “Yah! yer muvver takes in washing.”* “Well, yer can't expect ‘er to leave it aht when your muvyer's ‘angin’ abaht.”” —Everysopy’s Werkty (Lonpon). ALMOST! “‘Huray up, Junior, or we'll be late. Have you got your shoes on yet?"* “Yes, Mama—all except one."* —Fliegende Blatter (Munich). “Mysreny of Life Puzzles Scientists."* It's all done by mirrors.—New York Sun. LiFe “Aut Scissors aut Nullus” POLITICS Recentty our little nephew, aged eight years, came running into the house and related the following tale about his playmate: “Mother, Billy said Al Smith was going to be our next president and I said, ‘No, sir, Hoover is going to be our next president.’ Billy said it wasn't so, and I pushed him a litde and— my tooth is in my pocket."* —Milwaukee Sentinel. NO FEAR! “Sraike me, then! Strike me! Go on, yer rotten coward! I defy yer!" “I wouldn't flatter yer by alterin’ the shape o° yer fice."—London Daily Express. “For Sate—Buick, 1927, 4,000 miles; nervous breakdown.”"—The Evening’ Telegram. A rumsy excuse for a big strong car like a Buick.—New Yorker. THE PEACE PACT SIGNING “And if you aren't well-behaved you'll go to the talking movie to hear Secretary Kellogg.”” —Lr Cananp Excnainé (Panis). ontemporaries Genriesan (in Government liquor store): 1 want a chort of quampagne an’ a scottle 0° Botch! —Gostin (Toroxto). “IT ACCEPT"* Iw response to the customary form letter, signed by the president, which extends the hospitality of the school to prospective students, the pres- dent of one of the Emporia colleges recived the following telegraphic appreciation, signed by a bona fide freshman: ‘Received your letter O. K. g on No. 6 Monday. Be sure and —Emporia Gazette. GRAND OR UPRIGHT? Oio paper: “"Wantro—Experienced piano sale man, Must carry sample.""—Country Gentlemes. Four is that trying age when the sb ject can’t go from the piano to the davenpart, seven feet away, without getting on his wicyce —Detroit Newt, Hussanp (to wife on vacation): Oh, yes—I’m drying the dishes now! —Kasrer (StocksotM)- Hi Su Hi comicbooks.com