Life, 1929-08-02 · page 10 of 40
Life — August 2, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine presents several cartoons and brief satirical observations by W.W. Scott. The top cartoon shows a child being spanked by a mother, captioned "Naughty, naughty, pet—mama spank!" The lower cartoon depicts men target-shooting at a large bullseye labeled "Target practice in the prohibition service." The "Scott Shots" section offers dry social humor about various topics: oyster superstitions, telephone mishaps, apartment noise complaints, taxi drivers, golf, door-to-door salesmen, nightclub expenses, and aging. The prohibition-era cartoon appears to mock ineffective law enforcement efforts against illegal alcohol, while the surrounding observations capture everyday urban frustrations and class commentary typical of 1920s satirical magazines.
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Target practice in the prohibition service. “Naughty, naughty, pet-—mama spank!” A burglar leads a dangerous life. One hiding under a bed or a couch is in constant danger of having cig- arette ashes swept in his face. The talkies are to the legitimate stage, what the tabloids are to the newspapers, Scott Shots Tt is unwise to eat oysters in any month without an R or to drink boot leg whiskey in any month containing a vowel. The disadvantage of the dial sys tem of telephoning is that you have to swear at yourself for not getting the right. number. How to get even with a life-guard— go to his beach and drown yourself. Exercise is a wonderful thing but about midnight we wish the people in the apartment above would give up putting the shot and take up checkers. “It’s not just the work I enjoy,” said the taxi driver, “it’s the people I run into.” One of the best things that can be said about golf is that it isn’t com- pulsory. Door-to-door salesmen are often stu- dious. We know one who worked his way through college for twenty years. One of the pleasures of a night club is sitting around watching the entet- tainers make lots of your money. About the time a man is old enough to know better you can expect the worst. —W. W. Scott. comicbooks.com