Life, 1928-12-07 · page 11 of 64
Life — December 7, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several humor pieces typical of early 20th-century Life magazine: **Top cartoon** (by Norman Imus): Shows a dinner conversation where a woman interrupts a man's story. The caption "Mrs. Jones: I wish you wouldn't speak when I'm interrupting" satirizes wives who dominate household conversations. **Bottom cartoon** (by I. Klein): Depicts a child excited about a radiator, saying "Ma, look at the radiator! Santa Claus must be coming." This jokes about poverty—the child mistakes the heating radiator for Santa's arrival, implying families of limited means had little else to celebrate. **Right column**: Various short holiday-themed humor pieces and witty exchanges about Christmas cards and domestic situations, reflecting middle-class American life and social conventions of the era.
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SSA WSN LUBE LALA stomach instead of your heart. You made your choice, now go ahead and regret it. “You will have no fun during the next four years. I would have given you a mil- lion Laughs by just repeating to you the things I heard Congressmen say. But if you prefer Statistics to Gags, well that’s your look-out. In closing I again want to thank all those who supported the Anti-Bunk Party, and I want to thank Charles Dana Gil son and his employees like Bob Sher- wood and Bob Benchley that acted as my local Raskobs, And I want to say that Lire did much better by me than the New York World did by Al Smith. Wit. The “Don’t Open Until Xmas” Package I sevteve I shall divorce my husband— and just because he is a professor of psychology, and takes advantage of it. About two weeks before Christmas the package arrived. For the first ten days I held out by sheer force of will. (Actually, I had locked the thing in a coset, and thrown the key away.) But then—then I weakened, and finally, only two days before the day of triumph would have dawned, I broke down, and then I broke down the door to the closet. I tore the confounded thing open, wrapping by wrapping, until there was nothing else to Mrs. Jones: I wish you wouldn't speak when I'm interrupting. tear. At first I could see nothing—but finally I lifted this note from the bottom of the box: “Kindly present this notice Xmas morning for annual gift. Signed, Hussy.” Bernard Teran. “KLEIN “Ma, look at the radiator! Santa Claus must be coming.” Greetings of the Season I just love Christmas cards. The arty kind, with woodcuts of log- houses or wooded hills on a buff back- ground, The nouveau-arty kind, with angular people in lopsided archways on bright vermilion paper. The pretty kind, with graceful pastel ladies in bouffant draperies beside slim young men in very tall hats. The comic kind, with a nag looking over a fence and a caption saying, “I’m getting ho(a)rse wishing you a Mare-y Christmas.” The sentimental kind, with birds in a welter of flowers, and a four-line verse that scans on the fifth attempt. I'm crazy about Christmas cards. T’'ve often wondered what connection they have with Christmas. /.B.B. THE RIGHT PLACE Morner: Now that the children have returned to school, I'm going on my vacation. Frienp: Where are you going? Motuer: To bed! “T am burning with love for you.” “Oh, don’t make a fuel of yourself.” —— Page 25 comicbooks.com