Life, 1928-11-30 · page 6 of 52
Life — November 30, 1928 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The page contains three main sections: **"Ballad of the First Frost"** (top) is a nostalgic poem by Norman R. Jaffray about escaping winter for warmer southern climates, reflecting early 20th-century travel aspirations. **"Beauty Shoppe" cartoon** (bottom) shows women in a salon. The caption "It's no use, Bill, the age of miracles is past" suggests satire about beauty treatments' limited effectiveness—a common theme mocking the beauty industry's exaggerated promises. **"Lunch in Honolulu"** (right) depicts diners in Hawaii discussing tropical foods—likely poking fun at tourists' unfamiliarity with local cuisine and their pretentious attempts to seem sophisticated about exotic dishes. The overall page reflects 1920s American middle-class preoccupations: leisure travel, consumer products, and aspirational lifestyle content typical of Life magazine's satirical humor.
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LIFE Ballade of the First Frost Tue Hounps of Spring are on leash and tether, The Song of Summer is stilled in prose; Gone are the Autumn's hay and heather— All is dark, at the dead year's close. This is the season of mists and snows: Of cold gray mornings, and frost-bit faces; Rain is pelting; the North Wind blows— Let us depart for warmer places. Birds in the sky fly South together, Seeking a land where grass still grows: Down where the sunshine warms each feather, Down where flows: Who cares how deep the lake is froze? Who gives a hang for ice-boat races? Let’s, like the birds, escape from those, Let us depart for warmer places! the Suwannee River Some may sing of the joys of weather That freezes the ears and nips the nose: That numbs extremities upper and nether, From chilblained fingers to frozen toes; But not for me are the Winter's throes— I'm sold on the Southland’s gender graces; And so, when the bloom of Summer goes, Let me depart for warmer places. “Kind of sweet, isn’t it!” ANSWERED Nurse: What church do you belong to? Patient: None. Nerse: Well, what church do you go to when you do go? Patient: If you must know, the church which I stay away from most of the time when I don’t go is the Baptist. L'Exvor Prince of the Styx where Charon rows, Lord of Inferno’s open spaces, When I must leave th Let me depart to warmer places! Norman R. Jaffray. Tue stiake-vp that the Philadel- phia police force is undergoing is merely part’ payment for the shakedown it found so profitable as a side line. “It’s no use, Bill, the age of miracles is past.” his world of woes, | LUNCH IN HONOLULU “Wuat’re you having, Joc?” “I dunno, Bill. How about you?” “Say, we've been in Hawaii three days now and we haven't had any poi yet.” “What's. poi?” “I dunno. Some kind of a native dish, guess.” “Well, I'll try anything once.” “Yeah, let’s see if we can get some here Hey, boy!” “Yessuh?” “You savvy poi?” “Oh, yessuhl Me savvy.” “You catchum real poi here?” “Yessuh, we got ‘em.” “We don’t want no phooey poi, see We want the real stuff, made Yoh here!” “Oh, yessuh! What kind you want?” “T dunno. I didn’t know there was but one kind.” “Lots kinds, mistuh, What you like?” “What kinda poi you got?” “Well, we got epple, minsuh, pitches, rezzin, cockernut custard an’ cramberry, an’ we got bernana crim, lemmin an’ stromberry poi, an’ we got epple... ud Chet Johnson. POST-ELECTION SONG—1928 Now is the time for all good men, Those wandering sheep, the hearties, Who left their folds to turn again And crawl back to their parties. Michael Fleming. SavesMan: Here is some very excellent stationery for polite correspondence. Sue: No, I want some for writing © my husband. comicbooks.com