Life, 1929-07-05 · page 11 of 41
Life — July 5, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains humor pieces and illustrations typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines. The top section includes brief comedic observations about social behavior ("People who hope they don't intrude usually do") and fashion commentary from a "Style Promoter." The left illustration shows a dramatic scene of two figures in a cave or rocky shelter beneath a bright moon—labeled "SHIPWRECKED"—with dialogue about a sailor telling Maggie about getting home in July. The right side features "The Dinner Speaker To His Love," a romantic poem by O.R. about courting a maiden, accompanied by a chaotic illustration of figures tumbling through space or air, apparently satirizing the awkwardness of formal courtship and public speaking. The humor relies on contrasting romantic sentiment with pratfalls and everyday social awkwardness.
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Life SST Nias Reviseo Version: What this coun- try needs is a good five-cent-cigar extinguisher. “I'm a big steel magnate!” he whis- pered, as he drew her to him ten- derly. Srvte Promoter (fo associate, at fashion show): Well, Pierre, here's mode in your eye! People who hope they don’t intrude usually do. Kansan: Thank heaven Mary, we've still got a roof over our heads! The Dinner Speaker To . His Love Dear maiden of my dreams, you are the one Whom I have spent these many years in seeking. The only difficult thing I'll tell the whole wide world I love about proposing to a girl un- you, un- der a beautiful summer moon Accustomed as I am to public speak- is to keep from making a suc- ing. SutPwRECKED cess of it. Saior: This re minds me, Joe, I told Maggie if I No other maiden has a grace so sweet; No goddess could outshine such brilliant glory. It costs more to feed a gold-dig- I lay my heart enraptured at your feet, got home in July I'd take 'er toth’ beach to cool off. ger than it does a goldfish, but a goldfish can’t call you a big old strong man. And that reminds me of a litle story... —O. R. comicbooks.com