Life, 1929-05-10 · page 9 of 44
Life — May 10, 1929 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains humorous short pieces and illustrations rather than political cartoons. **Top illustration**: Shows a man leaping away from a house, captioned "Holy cats! I don't want to step on his flower beds—he might get sore!" The joke satirizes suburban anxiety about damaging a neighbor's prized garden. **"Tabloid Version" section**: Parodies sensationalist tabloid journalism through exaggerated crime/scandal headlines, mocking the low-brow newspaper style popular in the era. **"Ith a Thames"**: A satirical essay criticizing thievery and movie morality—attacking both thieves and parents who neglect children, suggesting cinema may encourage bad behavior. **Bottom illustration**: Depicts a hunter declaring "Yes, I'm huntin' mountain sheep!" while riding what appears to be a comical animal—likely a joke about tall tales or dubious hunting claims.
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Ith a Thame Only a few yearth ago it wath cutho- mary to dithcourage thlovenly thpeech. The little folkth ethpeth- ially, were thubjected to Thpartan dithipline in motht American hometh. Thad to relate, a thwing in the op- pothite directhion ith notithable. Here again the influenth of the movieth ith notithable. With the talkieth’ pop- ularity increathing it ith not thurprith- ing that many parenth are dithcour- aged and negligent. The little oneth, innothently athum- ing that it muth be thafe, thane and entirely dethirable if movie actorth and actretheth do it, thould not be thenthured too theverely if they react thkeptically to the parenth’ thuggethion that lithping ith conthidered a thilly practith in the betht thircleth. —Gerald Cosgrove. And as the substitute mauler ex- plained to the referee as he swung a hard right to his opponent's jaw, “This isn’t my face. I’m just breakin’ it in for a friend.” Lavy 1x Butcuer Suop (indig- nantly): Have you no scruples what- soever? Butcner (amiably): No ma’am, but I can order you some for tomor- row! Tabloid Version “Don’t cry little gal... T'll buy yer silence.” A raspberry will grow up, get ripe, come to town and go to all sorts of trouble just to get a few seeds lodged in your teeth. “Set em up in the other alley,” ad- vised the prohibition agent as he tacked a padlock notice on the speakeasy door. “Does Yer Mother Know Yer Out,” hissed the umpire as he signaled the third strike on third baseman Reilly. USE LIFE’S TICKET SERVICE comicbooks.com