Life, 1929-07-19 · page 10 of 36
Life — July 19, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated humorous pieces typical of Life's satirical format: **Top cartoon**: A man in a top hat embraces a woman on a branch, captioned "After college yell." The joke appears to play on romantic encounters among alumni. **"Scott Shots"**: A brief humorous anecdote about an absent-minded motorist who changes his shirt daily but only every 500 miles—inverting normal hygiene priorities for comedic effect. **"Summer Girl"**: A woman predicts her romantic partner will forget her name within two months, suggesting casual summer romance. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a man at what appears to be a salon or barber chair with octopus-like tentacles, with someone requesting "Circle 257!" (likely a phone exchange)—a joke about telephone operators of that era. The page is primarily humor and satire without apparent political content.
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Scott Shots It was an absent-minded motorist who changed his oil every day, and his shirt every 500 miles, Don’t count your chickens before they're hatched or your friends be- fore they're sober. Advice to Joan Lowell: Don’t write, telegraph. Wonder if a dentist ever lets a pa- tient off a few hours earlier for good behavior. Pathetic figure: A horsefly on the Boston Post Road Sunday afternoon. Believe it or not, there are some roads in this country almost wide cnough for a bus. Summer Girt: In two months you will have forgotten my name. “It's very likely—I don’t know it now.” Biorto: Operator, get me Circle 2571! After college yell: Hello, old man, how are you fixed for insurance? There's no time like the present for putting off things. How to keep the wolf from the door: Train it to be an animal movie star with sound effects. Nothing gives the onlookers more pleasure than a health faddist taken ill. A word to the telephone company: Fifty million numbers can’t be wrong, —W. W. Scott, comicbooks.com