Life, 1928-10-19 · page 9 of 40
Life — October 19, 1928 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine contains two separate satirical pieces: **Top cartoon** ("Aw, be a darling!"): Shows a man and woman in a car beneath a gallows. The joke appears to reference marital coercion—the woman is pressuring the man to do something dangerous or illegal, hence the gallows imagery. The satire targets romantic relationships where one partner manipulates the other. **Bottom cartoon** ("Household Hint Needed"): Depicts a wealthy woman complaining to guests that her laundress keeps stealing items—this week, two Pullman towels. The satire mocks upper-class complaints about servant theft while casually referencing expensive railroad (Pullman) linens, suggesting the woman's obliviousness to her own extravagance. Both pieces use humor to critique social hypocrisy and gender dynamics of the era.
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LiF 7 —————— Little Rambles with Serious Thinkers Att the vitamines are in vegetables. A cow eats vegetables. Who ever heard of a cow holding a big job? —Robert Quillen. It’s tiresome to be out of love. —Elsie Janis. *BRR RRs FSG e Bas It The more I sce of Paris and Montmartre the more happy I am to be an American, —Aimée Semple McPherson. Few of us are millionaires. —Angelo Patri. Suppose I asked you if you had ceased beating your wife and insisted on a “Yes” or “No” answer. If you said “No,” what would others think of you? If you said “Yes,"" what an admission! —Rev. Dr. S. Parkes Cadman. It was the pulpit that put Prohibition into the Constitution, and it is the pulpit’s business to see that it is kept there. —Rev. Dr. William Carter. “While there is Life, there’s hope.” —Gov. Alfred E. Smith. c “Aw, be a darling!” HOUSEHOLD HINT NEEDED A Movern young lady, when presented way, but One Must Live and Love and In Chicago, they probably recite it} with a nest of gold thimbles, exclaimed: keep crazy, because if we ever came to| “Casey at the Gat.” “My Gawd, what do you serve in these?” we probably would go straight—home to our Wives. Atany rate, Broadway is not what Mrs. Willebrandt tried to make it, although the afés are not “selling.” You've got to bring your own stuff unless You Have Influence and, of course, money. So there you are, Willard. Give in and admit that they are wasting the taxpayers’ good dough trying to make Broadway sissified. It seems that it can’t be did—and it also proves that Broadway can function with- out Texas Guinan—just as New York can function without a Mayor. NOT A CHANCE Ove thing, though—we've never heard of an absent-minded professor who was so absent-minded as to mark an absent student present, or to give a high mark toa flunker. There’s a limit to every- thing. Sytvia: Goodbye, Mother. = “ Mortier: Wait a minute, dear. Please | “My dear, I won't have a thing left if that laundress keeps on stealing things. This week sign the Visitor's Book before you go. it was two Pullman towels.” comicbooks.com