Judge — February 1934 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Mistress Pepys’ By Baird Leonard ANUARY 1.—Lay late, pondering this and that, in especial my de- light that elaborate monograms have come back into vogue, and the mis- fortune that my hair will not go up equally both sides of my head, no matter how much I lay out for its ondulation. G also to the futility soever, and it does n ible to me that w colle, well on ve some thought argument v seem incred- any 1 my roommate in would say “Let's debate the Nicene Creed. Which side do you take I would talk on into the night for hours, battling over details which did concern me not at all, But now, when it comes even to the trivial dis- cussion of books and plays which makes up so much of general and po- lite conversation, I do sit like the tomb unless Iam in a company where “ideas are current and perceptions quick,” for why should I go into Er- nest Erskine Caldwell’s subject: matter with per- Hemingway’s style or sons who would not recognize a prin- ciple of criticism if they heard it. There is much to be said in favor of sitting with Amaryllis in the shade, better still, at a bridge table. Up and did on one of my ginghams, and so jell with my servant Florence to at- tacking the mass of books and maga- zines which have mulated in my bedr« , and we made great head- way, too, for by noon it was possible the carpet in This year I do mean to re thing upon its out, for albeit ne find than yes nought is easier for me to lay b on than the July edition of Harper's Bazar. My sister-in-law Dorothy in with a small portrait of myself which Otho Cushing did colour from a phe tograph, and I was enchanted with it, for he has given me the golden tresses which once were mine, and has artful- to see certain areas, 1 every- ival or else throw it hing is harder to rday’s wspaper, i nds Journal ly put my millinery on a perennial basis, albeit not, thank God, in the present mode, So I bade Dot stop to luncheon, which she said she would gladly do if I were not having liver and bacon or anything with ¢ nut in it, and I did shame her for such a speech by giving her eggs Aurore and fresh asparagus and :, and we spoke of our respective spouses with great affection, and agreed that we would never marry a man who did not eat a good break- fast. creme bru A\NUARY 2. amuel in betimes, and we talked of age, and I did confide how I always feel t every- body over sixteen is older than 1 and he does tell me that it is becau I have not an adult mind, and never shall have. But he did speak some- how as though IT were in luck not intend to worry about my ed development. Ina gre (Page 23, plea t way Nearsighted Keeper—Damun these foxes—why can’t they keep their cages cleaner! 10 comicbooks.com