Life, 1929-04-19 · page 14 of 52
Life — April 19, 1929 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated satirical humor pieces typical of Life's format: 1. **Top cartoon**: Shows people with a large sheet, captioned about the McGregors considering buying an electric vibrator until "Grandpa McGreg got the palsy"—a joke about elderly tremors mimicking the device's function. 2. **Middle cartoon**: A man at what appears to be a pool hall or bar says "No lady, I can't play one of dem things!"—likely referencing pool/billiards or another recreational activity. 3. **Arctic story**: A humorous anecdote about S.K. Moe, an "Arctic sheik," who breaks a date with a Inuit woman named Doncha by throwing his calendar into a snowdrift—playing on stereotypes and the difficulty of keeping appointments in remote locations. The page demonstrates Life's mix of visual gags and short comedic narratives.
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12 Moovern Version: Three cheers for the red wine and brew. Suggested slogan for cash-basis un- dertaking establishment: Pay As You Inter! A’ Scotchman wanted to give a girl a rush. So he took her home on the subway. Eager Emma says that she just loves travesties but that you've gotta have a lotta wall space for them. The McGregors were going to buy an electric vibrator until Grandpa McGreg got the palsy. In our spare time we sometimes de- vise new and different inscriptions for headstones. John Jones Dear John: After all the accounts were settled, $11.56 remained. Rest in Peace. Hint: Jack, meet the debtor half. The average golfer is just a big putter and ego man. \ They Have 'Em in the Arctic, Too The Aurora Borealis flickered and flamed as young S. K. Moe, the Arctic sheik, waited in the midst of a snowy waste. A polar bear came up and sniffed at him hopefully, but Moe im- patiently brushed him away. Suddenly he gave vent to an Aleutic oath and drew out a pocket calendar. Looking at it with an expression of supreme disgust, he threw it into the nearest snow-drift. Then he jumped into his sled and drove off, muttering to himself: “If I ever make another date with that Blookalooka girl it will be soon enough. She promised to meet me here early tonight and here she is three days late already!” Biorto: Doncha remember me? I was in here last night with a little blonde. comicbooks.com