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This page contains humor columns and illustrations satirizing everyday social observations rather than political content. **Top cartoon:** Shows people in tropical/vacation setting with a "Private Property" sign. The caption "That's what you get, folks, for making whoopee" suggests mockery of couples seeking romantic getaways, implying their private moments are being disrupted or discovered. **"Mud Color" section:** A collection of witty one-liners about middle-class life—mail delivery delays, identifying salads at dinner parties, wealthy relatives, and getting office workers to arrive punctually. The humor relies on recognizable social inconveniences of the era. **Bottom illustration:** Depicts what appears to be fishermen discussing "beach pajamas," a 1920s-30s casual beachwear fashion item. The joke plays on their rustic unfamiliarity with modern urban fashion trends. The page represents typical Life magazine humor: gentle satirization of contemporary manners and social customs.

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If a business college wants to guarantee more speed in its stenog- raphers, it might teach them the touch system in nose-powdering. Mud Color Our week-end host overlooked no de- tails. He even had colored water coming out of the spouts in his ritzy bathroom. It's strange how fast mail trucks drive when they pass you on the street, and how long it takes a check to reach you, When you are invited out to dinner it’s easy to tell which salad is yours. If you start eating the one on the right, the one on the left is yours. Some uncles have so much money you never see them at all. If all other attempts to get the office force down to work on time fail, try building a hotel across the street and having the guests sleep with their shades up, “That's what you get, folks, for making whoopee.” “Well, Enoch, what d’ye think o' them beach pejamys?” “Dunno, Ed—I never use em.” comicbooks.com