Life, 1928-11-16 · page 42 of 44
Life — November 16, 1928 — page 42: what you’re looking at
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This page is primarily **advertising and humor content** rather than political satire. The main feature is a poem titled "Home Is Where the Heart Is" by Stoddard King, which humorously subverts domestic sentimentality. The poet describes writing romantic verses *praising* home life, then discovering that actually *living* at home full-time made him insufferable to his wife—he became "a pest" lounging by the fireside. The joke is the gap between idealized literary domesticity and domestic reality. Below are three separate humor anecdotes: one about baseball player Bugs Raymond being called "ambidextrous" (he allegedly misunderstood it as a threat); one about a kindergarten teacher's chicken-theft story; and one about a man arrested with alcohol named Thompson—the joke being his name contradicts the absurd quantity of liquor. The remainder consists of hotel and patent medicine advertisements typical of the era (hair growth tonic, Abbott's Bitters tonic).
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