Life — March 11, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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456 Prohibition into the ix Best Sellers The Woman-Reformer Story ing on Joan with a gesture that brought a chill of fear to her heart “No, no,” shuddered Joan, and clasped the milk shaker defiantly to her breast. “No, no, Arthur, you must drink no more to-night.” Rewitg t to me,” he husked, advane- The Crook Story “And de bull croaks ter-night! Skinny the Red smiled crookedly and tapped the butt of the evil-looking automatic that lay to his hand on the syrup-smeared table, groaning under its slattern load of half-empty soda The Wall Street Story Peter Merton smiled upon his guests. “Gentlemen,” he said, “ we drink to R. X. and Q. Consolidated. The great est merger the Street has ever known Silently, slim, aristocratic Gregory Van Duster and bluff old Karl Tenner- mann, barons both of finance, raised their frothing glasses of sarsaparilla to his, The fight was on. The Wild, Free West Story “Well, boys, what'll it be?” Big, red-blooded Jim Cardo, fresh from a six-months’ battle with the snows and. solitudes of the upper Yukon, slapped a bulging s: of “dust” on the bar. The winter had been a good one for him on his claim. and now here he was in Skag- way with a “roll” and a man’s size thirst, ready for anything Like a pack of hounds unleashed the crowd of hangers-on surged up to the bar. “ Four straight,” shot 0! vanilla,” they chor- used out of parched throats, The High Life in Society Story Ponsonby the deft poured the amber liquid into the frail, gold-lipped glasses with the quiet precision of the trained servant. “Chin-chin, old Cedric. Jack Parrolton- drained his glass. at a toss. fellow,” smiled “LIFE: “Capital ginger ale smash, that,” he said and drew a flick of cambric across his lips. The E So Gladys had tricked him! Prayne stood at the bar, swallowing drink after drink with a recklessness. he had never known before. One— two—four—cight, he knew not how nal Triangle Story THE OLD DEMOCRATIC PEPPER BOX many drinks had passed his lips when a glance at his watch told him it was cleven o'clock. They home—together, made for the That tenth sundae had goaded him into a cold, silent fury that would be there now—in his Drayne street, his brain whirling. knew no bounds. Now for the reckoning. Signs of the Times HE “work or fight” order of war is now followed by the “ strike and loaf" order of peace. Utopia HE icemen of Utopia Are honest as to weight; To fail a housewife is a crime They never perpetrate “Your-cream might sour,” they remark, “If we should show up late!” The ters of Utopia, With courtesy imbued, Are pleasantly solicitous About their patrons’ food; And when they get a nickel tip They beam with gratitude! The spinsters of Utopia Believe in song and dance; No matter what their They sparkle with roms “As long as we show pe e may be “ Some man may take a chance! The drama in Utopia Is scrupulously clean; finds no time for problem plays, ere faithless wives convene; And farces are produced without The famous bedroom scene! Notes by a Householder STERDAY one of the neigl saw us go into the hou: new book under our ar she returned the onc had borrowed over a month ago. I asked one of the b how near the squirrel would come if you showed hima nut. “Wh the window y don’t you sit in and see?” he replied with a fiendish grin We no for our church pew, but le longer pay rent cause the pews are free we pay double what we did The bright one of the family refers to this as ecclesiastical finance. The nurse was furious because we te up all the browned potatoes for dinner, and left none for her, It took of the Head Lady and Aunt Margy to. straig her out, dollar the combined diplomacy and cost me a chocolates. The doctor changed the baby’s mula to-day. I'm glad it's over, has been a subject for a week's dis- cussion, The new cook burns her electric all night. We are all trying to conceal it from the Head Lady. Our hen is “on” down cellar.