Life — June 1, 1911 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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“ JOHN, 1 WISH YOU'D BRING HOME SOMETHING GOOD YOR DINNER TO-NIGHT, HE waited for his home-coming. This was the first dinner they were to have together in the little home, and she was as nervous as all brides are who know how important it is that the lover, as he merges into the husband, must be well fed on fine and correctly prepared foods. They had stopped at big hotels on the honeymoon trip and there had been no responsibility for her. All she had to do was to look charming and Phil way satisfied, especially when she sang old songs to him at twilight. She almost wished that it might have lasted forever. She rather dreaded the practical side of life obtruding too in- sistently. She was aware that love is made up of mirage, and as she knew nothing whatever of the details of household management, she trembled lest the rift might come that way in their happiness But when Philip engaged the apart- ment in Paradise Flat he explained to her that it was so perfectly equipped with scientific improvements that house keeping was a pleasure. Yet there were absolutely no servants visible in any of the tasks that occur in the day's home routine In Paradise Flat (About 1915) So Allys fluttered as she tied on the little ruffled lace apron that was to be the symbol of her new housewifely atti- tude, Suddenly there was a musical tinkle at the crystal windowette, it opened automatically and one of the carrier doves from the wireless station on the roof entered, bearing a card on its neck. It told her in their own private cipher that Phil was on the way and she might expect him at any moment. “Go to the photophone,” it ended; “I cannot wait to see you.” With a happy smile she saw the bird fly through the windowette and then running to the photophone in the foyer, she touched the lever beneath the framed ivory plate in the wall. Immediately a noving picture in color appeared upon it. She saw Phil in his aeroplane skim- ming through the Spring twilight to her. There were flowers and candy in the basket hung over the side, which gave it a festive appearance. With one hand on the crank that steered his machine, he was gazing with a rapt lodk upon the photophone dise before him, upon which he saw her as she stood waiting for him in their home. Smiling happily, she put her lips to the aerophone attachment and whispered to him, touching the kiss recorder sev eral times in quick succession, flushing with joy as she saw the look of intense happiness that came over his face as he put on extra speed. Then she ran into the dining-room and pressed a silver knob on the hearth- stone with the toe of her scarlet slip- per. The dinnerette chute in the floor opened and a table, spread for two, with silver, candles, flowers, salted nuts and bonbons, rose through the which closed noiselessly as the t justed itself. She scanned the menu card, pleased to notice that it contained Phil's favor: ite dessert—and, glancing over the equipment, saw that everything wis per fect and in place, the noiseless soup service attachment set and all as he liked it. Then fully realizing the impori.oce of the task now before her for th: first time, and the necessity for artisti: (ccling in its rendering if life were not to '«come prosaic and commonplace, sh« ated herself at the white and gold kit ola, on which she had taken lessons i cret before her marriage. Easily adjusting the glitteriny «tops of tations, pl cased at Cecil bd key *¢ed,” are’ Ten Mt Se began get the P 1 the key A be ait-—s0" ws exquist goed as tl edsing the Krewe in a cher deet ssiey appe? sak into 7 awed qui 100s, cel cent je telf throu tring note softer ba hott! il and a themselves There we the kitchen