Life, 1929-01-11 · page 15 of 36
Life — January 11, 1929 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page features a satirical article about hospitality, centered on Mr. Oliver Lunk of Greensbaum & Baumgreen (St. Louis), who arrives as a guest at a restaurant called the Piazza. The humor contrasts the **hostess's warm invitation** ("let me tell you. You wretch!") with her **obvious irritation** at his presence—she resents having to entertain a customer at dinner time, fearing disruption to her kitchen's routine. The accompanying cartoon shows children playing in an industrial/urban setting, captioned "C'mon, fellows, let's go over to the woods and play!"—satirizing how industrial cities offered little natural space for recreation. The page also includes comic one-liners about domestic life (darning husbands, plumbers' wives), typical of Life's humorous filler content of this era.
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“C'mon, fellows, let's go over to the woods and play!” —_ ; | Making the Guest Feel at Home| What did you come home for? Wasn’t} now you are just here to change your “The tony hotel has come to realize that ban- ishing loneliness among patrons pays. The tact- ful hostess who can single out the lonely and make them feel they are something other than a number on the rack is doing something that cannot be valued in dollars."" —0. 0. Melntyre. Mr. Otiver Lunx of Greenbaum. & Baumgreen, St. Louis, arrives in Gotham on a buying trip and registers at the Palazza. “Miss Hostess, this is Mr. Lunk of Greenbaum & Baumgreen of St. Louis who is in our city for a few days.” “Well, where have you been? What do you mean coming in here at eight o'clock? Do you think the cook is going to stand for that? No, and neither will I. It isn’t the first time I've had to eat dinner alone. there any other place to go? I suppose The child hero's voice changes in the last reel of his new super-“talkie clothes and go off on a spree of some | kind. Entertaining customers, I suppose. Well, you're not going out of this place tonight, let me tell you. You wretch! Don’t try to explain. Please don’t, Mr. Lunk, It has been such a pleasure to meet you. I hope you will enjoy your visit to New York, ever so much. Good night, Mr. Lunk.” B. F. Sylvester. | Art Tue ladies’ sewin’-club meetings more husbands are darned than sox. Two pints also make one quartet. Wuen the plumber died his wife took no chances. She buried his tools with him. comicbooks.com