Life, 1928-12-14 · page 9 of 48
Life — December 14, 1928 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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**Main Cartoon:** The large illustration shows a formal party scene where the narrator has discovered that a man he's been networking with—"the big Swede talkin' fur coats"—is actually the president of the "Anti-Steel-Trap Society." This is satirical humor about social embarrassment: the speaker apparently admires this man's wealth and style, only to learn he leads an organization opposing steel traps (likely animal traps used in fur trade), creating an ironic conflict. **Supporting Content:** The page includes a small joke about an uncle carrying gin in his pocket, and medical humor ("Ataxy") about traffic-related congestion. The overall tone mocks social pretension and the awkwardness of discovering someone's unexpected affiliations at high-society gatherings.
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“And then when I finally did get the big Swede talkin’ fur coats—TI find out he’s the president of the Anti-Steel-Trap Society!” dusty necks to meet him. Instead the newspapers yip at him for being human and falling in love with a woman. This is the bird who comes from a distinguished clan in Scotland which can | date back to 1666, when Charles Second | gave them a tite. One of his kin lies be- ide Nelson over in St. Paul's; and when Dave was sixteen he ran away to enlist with the British Cavalry, being snatched in time on family orders after getting to France. It seems you had to be eighteen to join that Huge Tiff. . I hear he is tremendously popular in Europe, too, because, besides being an intelligentleman, he excels at sports, horsemanship and so forth. If I. recall tightly he holds a World’s Record, hav- ing shattered the record for the Cresta Run at St. Moritz. Last winter via the tobog- | ganing route he made 1,326 yards in 58.5, breaking by two-tenths of a second the record which stood for seventeen years. I'm for him strong and you may quote ner in which some of my colleagues have taken advantage of him, but I warn him, also, that he 1s International News copy and he mustn't give them a chance to ballywhoopee him for circulation reasons. I think I get his point clearly enough. The only difference between Lord North- esk and myself is that I do my whoopee: ing under cover in sotto-voce spots while he seeks his fun where the Bright Lights are. Am I right or am I right? | DISAPPOINTMENT Count Friday lost whose low descending | sun | Finds me with Lire in hand,—my read- ing done,— Yet found in Mrs. Pep’s enticing sheet |No subtle hint of what the smart set eat! Carolyn Wells. ATAXY Nourse: Anothes patient for you, doc- Her Visiinc Unaie (a clergyman): And | tor. A victim of congestion. what do you suppose I have in my pocket? me. I also apologize to him for the man- His Niece: A flask of gin? Doctor: Of the lungs? Nurse: No, of the traffic. comicbooks.com