Life, 1928-11-16 · page 21 of 44
Life — November 16, 1928 — page 21: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces mocking 1920s American culture: **"The Coach"** lampoons the inflated status and salary of football coaches compared to academics. The poem ironically elevates the coach to near-royal power while professors—despite their intellectual credentials—earn one-third his salary and resent it bitterly. **"The Sweet Young Thing"** ridicules wealthy young women who attend football games not out of genuine interest but as social obligation. She knows nothing about the sport but performs enthusiasm to maintain status among her peer group. **The main cartoon** jokes about a football coach who previously trained race horses now "warming up" a quarterback using the same aggressive techniques suited for animals—suggesting coaches treat players like beasts rather than people. The "speakeasy situation" reference alludes to Prohibition-era illegal bars, while the jail/church comment mocks small-town hypocrisy about morality.
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“What you doin’ ‘way over here on the Avenue, Mae? “Oh, just window-shopping, dearie.” Woman’s eternal hunt is for something that doesn’t look too muc like what everybody is wearing and yet doesn't look too much like what nobody is wearing “Now that the new jail is completed and the fh | churches are being given our attention we can certainly state that Fryburg is becoming more and more attractive as a place to liven. —Millcreek Valley News (LocklaiM Ohio). How about the speakeasy situatidn? Gridiron Glimpses The Coach Renotp the Famous Football Coach, Whose tactics are beyond reproach, Whose massive brain conceives schemes That rout the opposition teams. His word is law, his law goes far, His power equals king or czar! Your pedagogue of Greek or Math Regards the coach with righteous wrath. “He gets ten thousand bucks a year,” Laments the prof and sheds a tear, “While I, with brains that bulge my hat, Receive about one-third of that!” the eee The Sweet Young Thing A Sweet Younc Tune in coat of mink, With sparkling eyes and cheeks of pink, Beholds the game with John or Jim And coyly nestles close to him. She lifts her voice at times to shout | But knows not what it’s all about— Which matters not at all to her, Resplendent kitten swathed in fur. She only goes (‘tween me and you) Because it is the thing to do, And Débutantes Who Really Matter Must have a “line” of football chatter! Arthur L. senicilii A / RAK/ eT eA Caan \ \ eS a / ph SHEIBAIC, — Tue Footsat, Coach) WHo Formerty Traine Race-Horses Warms Ur a Finst-Strinc QuARTERBACK comicbooks.com