Life, 1929-08-02 · page 37 of 40
Life — August 2, 1929 — page 37: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces: **Mrs. Pep's Diary** (top left): A satirical society column mocking upper-class leisure and pretension. The diary entries describe trivial social activities—shopping, croquet, library donations—written in exaggerated formal language. The joke is that wealthy people obsess over minor matters (dusting cloths, croquet stakes) with the intensity of medieval feuding families ("Guelphs and Ghibellines"). **Movies section** (bottom left): A film review critiquing sentimental melodrama, particularly comparing a recent film to Al Jolson's "The Jazz Singer." The satire targets producers who use overwrought language ("unspeakable perfidy") and manipulative emotional scenes instead of treating actors professionally. **The cartoon** (bottom right): A golfer stuck in a mosquito-infested bog complains that he needs "Flit" (an insecticide spray) rather than a golf club—a joke advertisement for the pest-control product. The page is primarily satirical commentary on 1920s American culture: wealth, entertainment, and consumer products.
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ws eo Mrs. Pep’s Diary (Continued from Page 14) whereupon they did enjoin him to be on his own way, forasmuch as there was but one candle. Jury 10—Early off to the Woman's Exchange to buy a birthday present for my cousin Lillian, and found a white bag with an ivory gate-top apparently made by the angels for summer wear, and I did also spy a set of briar- stitched dusting cloths, so gay in color as to be unmistakenly identified, which I did purchase for myself, and I shall threaten with a lawsuit any servant who appropriates them, for that I have never, throughout my life, been able to keep at hand a piece of material for the impromptu cleansing of my writing-table. At luncheon Bat Wyc- kof did tell how a friend of his had done himself too well on the eve of presenting a library to his university in memory of his grandfather, and had lost the key which he was to present to the trustees after his speech, so had been obliged to proffer that of his wine-ellar instead, and I could not but reflect how many of the alumni present might have preferred the sub- stitution to be literal. A game of cro- quet in the late afternoon, with four on a side, and never in a contest of any kind have I witnessed feeling and language to run so high, to say nought of the stakes, and those who watched us from motors along the drive did attest that, as far as the ferocity of show was concerned, we might have been the Guelphs and the Ghibellines. Movies (Continued from Page 27) shall appear as a stage-hand in the theatre where his wife is to be starred. Scenes showing the poor husband sneaking into the wife's swell apart- ment and carrying on sappy conver- sations with his little daughter, seem the more odious because they are rem- Iniscent of similar scenes played by Al Jolson in “The Jazz Singer.” On the opening night the little girl is se- nously hurt so the mother refuses to “go on.” This upsets her producer and he tells her so in no uncertain terms. The average stage producer would probably have said, “That's a tough break, but you get the hell on over to the theatre or I'll report you to the Equity League.” Not so Mr. Laemmle’s producer. He struck a Pose and exclaimed, “What! Do you mean to state that you contemplate the unspeakable perfidy of not appear- ing this evening?” However she does af agree to do her “laugh-clown” un- ul her husband reminds her that she Mrs RuornB. Short-story Writer (wR, Qu PRIZE WINNER April, 1929 Marlboro Contest for Distinguished Handwriting act Yn Th ISazt Every Marlboro full, firm and round MARLBORO Created by PHILIP MORRIS & CO. LTD, INC. NEW YORK is a soldier and a trouper . . . and not a woman. There is no use to say anything about Josephine Dunn as the wife. She probably feels much worse about it than we do. The one bright spot is the work of George Stone who man- ages to be himself in spite of every- thing. Positively no. Caddie: this mosquito hole is Flit.” “Your niblick, sir?” Bogged Golfer: “Niblick, hell! What a man needs in —Adet. comicbooks.com