Life, 1929-02-15 · page 36 of 44
Life — February 15, 1929 — page 36: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon:** A British caddie mocks an angry golfer who has just destroyed his last club in frustration. The caddie asks if he'll want the ruined sweater anymore—humor derived from the golfer's uncontrolled rage and the servant's deadpan observation of collateral damage. **Bottom Cartoon:** A wealthy man tells a friend that his retired colleague Henry can now "do just as he likes"—satirizing the irony that retirement doesn't actually grant freedom; retirees simply continue their same habits and preferences without work as an excuse. **"Unusual" Section:** Brief satirical items lampooning contemporary absurdities: a society editor's bizarre naming-coincidence story, a poet's pseudo-intellectual definition of jazz as mere "bar-to-bar movement," geopolitical naiveté about Rumania and Nicaragua, and a child asking what "resin" is at a concert, with a magnate confusing it with circus acrobat equipment. The page exemplifies *Life*'s style: punching up at pretension, authority, and logical inconsistency through brief, witty observations.
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Anon EON ad Capvie (as irate golfer throws away last smashed club): An ‘ow about that pretty sweater, sir—will you be wantin’ that any longer? —London Opinion. UNUSUAL wo “Miss Wompart, daughter of Mrs. Willaby _ Wombat—” The society editor sat up zt this. “We'll make a front-page story of it. Here’s a New York society girl of the same name as her mother.” —Louisville Courier-Journal. “Jazz is intoxicating music,” says a poet. This is quite probable when we re member that syncopation is just a quick movement from bar to bar. —London Opinion. Roumania has promised not to # tack Russia. Now if Nicaragua will only promise not to attack the United Stats, we may consider the world safe for cr plomacy—Toronto Goblin. Tuy are gagging about the movie mag nate who took his little son to hear violin concert at Carnegie Hall. The woman in the seat next to the childs remarked: “I guess they are waiting for him to p# some resin on his fiddle.” The lad turned to his father and queried: : “Papa, what's resin?” i Ik Wire (to friend): And the best of it is, my dear, now that Henry has retired from “Resin,” explained the magnate, © business he can do just as he likes, what acrobats put on their hands.” —Humorist. —New York Evening Graphic. comicbooks.com