Life, 1929-07-05 · page 6 of 41
Life — July 5, 1929 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical humor and social commentary typical of Life magazine. The cartoons mock early 1920s American life: **Top cartoon**: Two men in hats at a dining car entrance, with one asking about getting "a lower after we get to Albany?"—likely joking about railroad travel accommodations and sleeping car etiquette. **Bottom cartoon**: A couple on a picnic bench with the man asking "Darling, how 'bout a li'l kiss?"—gentle romantic humor. **Right column**: Brief satirical observations on contemporary life, including references to radio microphones, home security concerns ("dry raids," suggesting Prohibition-era police), and summer vacation behavior. The final attribution to "W. W. Scott" identifies the writer. The humor targets middle-class anxieties and modern conveniences of the period.
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He: Darling, how ‘bout a Pon Vil: kiss? NY.C.L, Biotto: we get to Albany? Kitcnenette Wire (calling hus- band) . . . Remember to stop and get a bottle of gin at the delica- tessen’s on your way home. Some of the microphones are metal disks that will broadcast ex- actly what you say, and others use & rouge and have bobbed hair. Can I get a lower after Scott Shots If you want to hear something really snappy just listen in on a couple of censors talking shop. Story or a Ceresrity—He Gor Marriep AND Spent His Honeymoon IN THE TABLorps. Welcome sight—a detour sign on the way to the dentist. In these days of dry raids on the home many a citizen feels like calling in a tough burglar or two just to get rid of the police. The best part of any picnic is its postponement. Patuetic Ficure—A moth in a bullet-proof vest. Thank Heaven there is still some nature left. Think of sitting down to fish for canned salmon. Mr. Wrigley's hymn—Oh gum, all ye faithful. In this modern, cynical age noth- ing is sacred but the guest towel. So many people are going to the country this summer that some of them will have to slip back to the city every now and then just to get a little fresh air. —W. W. Scott. comicbooks.com