Life — October 14, 1909 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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R. AND MRS. PLUNDAR PYLE of the city has become people. Mrs. Phundar Pyl the Baltimore Eatondrynks Hottow, N. Y.—Miss ter of Mr. and Mrs. Endliss Dollas, dicks Ample married in the Taritt at Trust Hollow The bride, who was given in marriage by her father, wore Trust were an Empire gown of white chif- fon and silk trimmed with Princess lace. Her bouquet of bridal roses was festooned with paving stone dia- hazel nut rubies. adie Shimmer was the clusters of monds and Miss G maid of gown of pale blue Marquisette trimmed with United States bonds. Mr. Robert Goldengraft, bride- groom, was the best man, honor, and wore a brother-in-law of the Mr. and Mrs. Gottitto Byrne are visiting the Willie Weeritts Mrs. Weeritt, as everybody knows—that is, everybody who is anybody—is a daughter of the Hon. I. Amitt. The Amitts have always been fashionable. ‘That was a sad accident that befell Lord Hellapus last Sat- urday, as he was trying to mount his polo pony. The pony tricd to kick his lordship’s brains out and aimed at his stomach, His hoofs landed just below the solar plexus Such blows are painful, and while his lordship’s digestion is temporarily impaired it will not prevent his marriage to Miss Alice Bulge next month have sold their resi dence on Fifth Avenue just below the park too commercial for our very best as everybody knows, was one of Pussi and Mr. Church of the A nuptial high mass was celebrated ‘LIPE* Society That part Those w the marriage of Dollas, daugh F. Bad- Sacred Boston Snubbers MRS. STYLOR NOTHYS The War Habit ORD BALFOUR, of Burleigh, a big pleasant Scotsman, now in this country, doesn't agree with Lord Charles Beres- ford and Lord (Al fred Harmsworth) Northcliffe that England and Ger many and others are in for a big war. The enlight- ened people of t age, he says, have no time for war. ue. They have no time for war; and what is still more important, they know it Further more, they have no money 10 spare for Dreadnoughts ard enormous armaments, and they know that The question is whether the time has come yet for Heretofore it has only prevailed modically, The taken war from time to time as men take drink—not because war promised to be good for them but because self-control had become irksome. The fight against ar and the fight st analogous. knowledge to prevail nations have alcoholic in- temperance are The world knows that both of these forms of fool Miss Bulge is the only daughter of Pluto Bulge, our most popular magnates their daughter to Mr simply misinformed has always favored the related in a way, as Orva the Snubbers are connections of the O. Helwyth Manners one of Miss Emtie Gabber gave a theatre party last Wednesday assert that Mr. and Mrs. Stylor Nothyn oppose Orval M Stylor Nothyn—who is one of the nners are Mrs. match Snubber, and all They are S mother was a Mr. J. Dodge-Wurke bh new Mercedes. This makes teenth motor car. Between him and Eppyderm Hyde there is quite a rivalry T. B Pupp is third. Mrs. as to speed. John Bu she never sings at all. The Freddie Knott-Brights are planning a series of clab- orate enteriainne or th coming sea: They remained Jater than usual last: summer at their delightful villa Knott- by-a-Djugfull At Long Branch “QHE has lovely diamonds, How do you know?" “1 breakfasted with her. A man who buys all the maga: zines says that Ly the. with est p of New York. L Globe O course that is old news us, here in’ Thirty first Street, but it is well that these gre hs should travel W' are all children trying to put together the puz zle picture of life ishness cost enormously, and it is com y—to the con rather nd its time on other things. ing—very fast appare vietion that it’ would spend its money But habit is strong, and it would be big wrench to break away from these Unprincipled Wretch “you simply cannot trust anybody !"* declares the lady. “My maid, whom Thad the utmost confidence in, left me suddenly yesterday and took with her my beautiful pearl brooch “That friend, “That pretty one I through last spring.” is too bad,’ sympathizes the “Which one was it?" very smuggled comicbooks.com