Life — April 8, 1920 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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"LEE E - Yes, But How Is He? A Mystery Play (The scene shows the parts, surrounding the telephones, of two separate dwellings.) Hello! Hello—Maude? My dear, I'm so glad to hear your voice AUDI BevTy s Maune: Berry: 1 called up to find out how your husband— Mavor: nearly crazy. 2.7%. and I haven't had a decent night's rest- My dear, I've had the most terrible time. I'm I've been scurrying around, working my head off Merry: Yes, but how is your husb— Mavor he didn't feel well, Wednesday afternoon it was, Thad the dressmaker. And he My dear, let me tell you. The very day he said came home about half-past two, and there we were, simply sccamped, my dear, in material —and | had to send her away, and Heaven only knows when I can get her again— 3erty: Yes, but— Mauve: ing to have the most stun- And I was go- ning evening dress—orchid, my dear, cut very low Berry: Yes, but George Mauve: Let me tell you You know how busy the doctors are... and nurses. Nurses are Virtually impossible to get Wal, the very next) day cook said she would have to have a raise with all that extra trouble, and the nurse said she wouldn't eat with cook, and that offended cook, and so what did she do but say she was going to leave; and for all I could do, she did leave. And so I've been doing the cooking, and little Alice is such trouble... and Berry Mavor of all the bother I'm put to, and that makes me feel badly. Yes, but your husband, how is— And I know George feels just terribly, to think Though, of course, | really don’t mind—I think a wife should be ready to stand by her husband and help him, no matter what happens. Berry: Macor Although, I'll probably get sick or something myself, and T know Ul have to go to Atlantic City or Lakewood, Yes, but how is he? ause, my dear, I'm a positive wreck—I look ghastly; 1 can't eat; T haven't had more than eight hours’ sleep a night since that Wednesday afternoon the dress- Wife (reproachfully): oi, JOUN! ARE YOU GOTNG To MESS THE YARD UP AGALN THIS YEAR? you know—and I hat to and they give such parties— maker was here—Minnie Fish xive up the Andersons’ party and— Berry: ! Yes, yes, yes! But how is George? Mauve: Well, it was really George who suggested it. He's even suggested that I go to blorida But you know how impossible it is to get any reservations in Florida. I don’t feel a bit well, Betty, not a bit. 1 was thinking of telegraphing mother to come and stay with Oh, Georg me Berry Gnak Mave her last attempt): But George—George! Because | don't know how much longer | can hold out. a terrible The house is in conditic what with running 1 down stairs and goiny errands and trying to clean up a little and answ the doorbell, I really am exhausted, my dear, ex- hausted. And that’s how it is. Betty: it is, Mavoe: That's how I'm a total ruin, Betty (hastily): Well, do take care of yourself, I see, that’s Berry dear. Good-by. Mavor Oh, [ shalt; 1 shall. Good-by, dear. Thank you so much for asking about George. Henry William Hanemann. LIFE’S Title Contest HIS contest is now go- ing on, but owing to pressure of material it is omitted from Prizes aggregating ci hundred dollars are otlered this issue for the best title to the picture that appears over the coa- ditions of the contest. For these conditions our readers are referred to either the preceding or the coming number of Lire. HE next thing in order is a nation-wide movement to compel our women to get up and give their seats men, Also, it ought to be understood that young and hand some men are not to be specially favored. ITY EDITOR: This new reporter is awful! He knows absolutely nothing about spelling or grammar, and be is always using freak words of his own coining Manacine Epitor (thoughtfully): We might place him in charge of the sporting page. IOOOCODDD0000000000000000000 OO0000000000 (eTeFeFe) 00000000 ooont comicbooks.com