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This page is primarily **advertising** with a literary fiction piece as filler content. The main story, "There and Back," depicts a melancholic man standing in the rain on a bridge, remembering his youthful aspirations and a woman with "shining gray eyes." He recalls dreaming of the city and its opportunities while a poor boy with his dog. The narrative's poignant conclusion reveals he's now a wealthy married man in a limousine—his dreams realized materially—yet he's nostalgic for his simpler past. His wife, the gray-eyed woman from memory, calls him in from the cold, suggesting he's achieved success but lost something intangible: youth, hope, or authentic happiness. The story exemplifies early 20th-century sentimental fiction exploring **the bittersweet cost of upward mobility**—a common Life magazine theme. The surrounding advertisements (Hays gloves, Fox's puttees, Monel Metal golf heads) represent the consumer goods and leisure activities his success now affords, yet the narrative questions whether material comfort compensates for lost dreams.

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The scams are so stitched with SILK that they will not ravel even though the thread iscut or broken—That's why you, too, should ask your dealer for Hays Superse “There and’ Back” HE man huddled in the lee of the big steel brace and looked down at the black water, flecked with the Novemlcr rain. The same rain was striking the back of his neck, and he shivere The water swirled along the the stone bridge pier and in little whirls and wellings ich the oil closed and broke. iver looked sinister under that 4 skin of oil. cked a pebble through the and watched it disappear glug that’ echoed hollow © low span of the bridge. ite deep—and cold. The rain drumming on the column drifted him lack over the years until it sounded on the roof of an open shed, and he sat cuddled in a pile of straw with his dog, gazing across soaked fields through slanting Novem- ber rain, dreaming of things to come, of the city and its opportunities, of With that came the memory of a pair of shining gray eyes that went somehow with the pic- ture. They had been a part of the dreams the best part, but that was a what he would do. ding, walking, lish wool, in e and will not ravel ges like ordinary puttees. Colors—khaki, . cadet blue, ete, Kouinc Fox's have a small brass tag with the name he] tice Ror L, for right or left, on each puttee. hasn't them we'll supoly you direct. fine Light A complete line of golf club heads to Kt your particular requirements, An “Extra Metal Quality”— that gives More Accurate Putting OME days they simply will not drop. Not enough confidence, perhaps, not quite enough “spark,” no luck maybe. Putting depends on so many little hard- to-control things that we should make certain of the things we can control— we should make sure, for instance, that our putter is right. Perhaps this accounts for the enormous increase in the use of Monel Metal Putters. For it is a fact that this special alloy fabri- cated into putters of different styles pos- sesses a weight balance, a“feel” that adds an “extra something” to your ability to putt. The remarkable qualities of Monel Metal are evidenced by its use in the most exacting industrial service where resis- tance to deadly acids, superheated steam and high heat is vital. These same characteristics, together with great strength, durability, and rust re- sistance, make Monel Metal so superior for golf club heads. Try the “feel” of a Monel Metal Putter—at your professional's; write us for descriptive booklet. Address the Monel Metal Products Corpo- ration, Bayonne, N. J. THE INTERNATIONAL NICKEL COMPANY 43 Exchange Place New York, N.Y. The International Nickel Company of Canada, Limited, nel meta THE INTERNATIONAL long time ago. He choked as he re- membered the aspirations, the frank, untarnished dreams that he had once held, The world had undeceived him in a good many ways since then, and now he was standing in the slim shel- ter of a steel I-beam in that city with the best part of his life behind him, watching the water close over a dropped pebble. If he could only go back to that shed and dog once more, but— NICKEE/GCOMPANY “My goodness, George! What pos- sesses you?—" He turned to face a limousine, and a middle-aged, gray- eyed woman laughing at him from the wheel. “Why on earth didn’t you wait for me inside the cigar store? It’s only about three steps. You'll catch your death of cold.” “All right, dear.” He settled back in the cushions and unbuttoned his fur coat. “I was just thinking.” COR S comicbooks.com