Life, 1928-11-16 · page 11 of 44
Life — November 16, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two unrelated pieces: **Top Section:** A signed column by "Shippy" describing an encounter with an elderly man who corrects the author's prayer language, insisting on using old-fashioned religious phrasing. The man lectures about maintaining traditional devotional practices. A brief editorial note follows about the upcoming national election. **Main Content:** "A Private Secretary Applies for a Position"—a satirical dialogue between a prospective employer and secretary. The employer asks probing questions about the candidate's background (prior employment with "Jake Ginkskoff"), testing his discretion and work ethic. The joke appears to be about whether someone can be trusted as a discreet employee. **Bottom Cartoon:** "The Multiparty Line" depicts various stick-figure scenarios showing adults and children in different social situations, though the specific satirical message remains unclear without additional context.
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BERET IT RES Teen ee Eo rag Fe or India, this man was right. His name was Buddha an he believed that every man carried a bit of Heaven in him an when he gave it to the world it came back in friendship.” He kept talkin an talkin an the next thing I knew he was undressin me an helpin me get into my pajamas. He showed me the half-Nelson again too. Then he looks at me kinda steady an says: “Remember that prayer, ‘Gentle Jesus, meek and mild’—” an I got red in the face an said, “Oh, that was a long time ago—I say different prayers now.” He grabbed me by the hand an said, “A regular guy never gets too old for that prayer.” So I said it for him. Then he hooks me on the chin an presses his knuckles against my jaw an says, “You'll be a regular guy or you'll get that!” So I comes back with a right hook an says: “An you'll be a regular guy, Pop, or you'll get that!” Sometimes, Sook, I feel awful sorry that you ain’t got an old man. What's the difference—you can have mine when him an me ain't speakin’, Affectionately sincere, . AnorTHeRr national election is over and the American people must now go back to the tabloids for their scandal. “Drubble iss, pipple doan’ trus’ us N’ Yorkuss acause dey doan’ unnerstan’ us!” A Private Secretary Applies for| his wife would suspect nothing when she a Position phoned him at his place of business? Secretary: Pardon me, but I came to Prospective Emptoyer: Whom did you|ask for a job. work for last? Prospective Emptoyer: I know. Do Secretary: Mr. J. A. Ginskoff. you by any chance remember the number Prospective Emptoyer: Jake Ginskoff, i ch? Tell me, does he practice putting in his private office? ¢ gave when he called his bootlegger? Secretary: I do. But I have no— Prospective Emptoyer: All right. Secretary: Yes, sir. Don’t get indignant. You're working for Prospective Emptoyer: I thought so.]me now. Hang up your coat and get me And did he ever play poker there so that} Jake’s bootlegger. Bill Sykes. comicbooks.com