Life, 1928-11-23 · page 6 of 36
Life — November 23, 1928 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** Depicts a female athlete doing a horizontal bar routine. The caption jokes that radio announcers cannot pronounce her name ("Halfback Checkzski"). This satirizes both the rise of women in competitive athletics during this era and the difficulty American media had with Eastern European names—likely referencing 1920s-30s immigration and Olympic competition. **Bottom Comic:** Shows a man asking his wife about her reading. She claims she read the Saturday Evening Post, but he skeptically notes she only got "as far as the Packard ad." This mocks common consumer behavior—people browsing magazines primarily for advertisements rather than editorial content—a critique of advertising's dominance in American print media. Both pieces reflect early 20th-century social anxieties about women's roles, ethnic identity, and commercial culture.
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Harrsack Cuecuizsuic: An eigh y-yard run and I'll bet those damned radio announcers can't even pronounce my name. Cause for Thanksgiving Tuankscivinc Day on bended knee, Forsaking all my labors, I thank Whatever Gods There Be That I’m not like my neighbors. I'm grateful I am not a Greek, An Eskimo or Zulu, A Berber, Tartar, Arab Sheik Or Son of Honolulu. And other peoples polyglot, From Sweden clear to Siam, No doubt give thanks that they are not The kind of freak that I am. Arthur L. Lippmann, The Omnivorous Reader He reads the American Mercury, the Rotarian, the Atlantic Monthly, the Un- derwear & Hosiery Review, the Nation, the Fellowship Forum, Women’s Wear, the Staats-Zeitung, the American Agri- culturist, the Haldeman-Julius Little Blue Books, the Journal of the American Med- ical Association, the Christian Herald, the American Hebrew, Variety and countless others, including Lire. What a scope! What a balanced literary diet! And yet this man is no great thinker, no bibliophile or philos- opher. Quite the contrary. He's an enter- prising Pullman porter who gathers up the magazines his passengers leave. no deep student, Sue: Ah, you, too, have no doubt had your romance? He: Yes; our eyes met, our hands met, our lips met—and then our lawyers met. Little Rambles with Serious Thinkers T Know I’m not so wonderful. I've jus got two legs, two arms, a fairish body and a passable face, like hundreds of other girls in America.—Pegey Joyce, The Middle West is the only place in the United States where the creative artist should live and work. —Zona Gale, “Just yours!” the “you,” the “I” of our existence. Do they matter? The individ ual gets bumped off and the state remains. —Millicent, Duchess of Sutherland. A man who applies himself to his bus ness is likely to prosper before he is forty or fifty years old.—John Erskine, No matter how flirtatious and frivolous a girl may be, if you are able to probe her deepest feelings, you will find that she is a mother for all that. —Dr. Louis E. Bisch, M.D., Ph.D. Men differ in many essentials. But all women are, at bottom, much the same, —George Jean Nathan, BREAKERS AHEAD First Autor: You remember that article I wrote some time ago in which I mentioned the Nugget Cigarette? Well, yesterday the manufacturers sent me a carton of them. Stconn Autor: What a wonderful idea! I'm going right away to write an article on the Ziegteld Follies girls! yy Ah & Ai “Say, gimme my Saturday Evening Post.” “Well, I thought you had read it.” “No, I only got as far as the Packard ad.” comicbooks.com \] a. -~