Life — April 22, 1920 — page 39: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Let Him Whistle! OLLY! Let him whistle, mother! He's just boy—that’s all Let him he one while he can: you'll find it pays. Jolly Tittle aby brother! When the shadows fall You'll be wishin’ he was back in boyhood days! you'd been in France and seen A the thin rat T have seen y fi at will never Bal es he again say! Yeu wouldn't cheek that whistle For a million iron men! Lordy! mother, let him. holler! He's not hurting anything: nd he’s carefree as a puppy— just that gay Diny shirt, without a collar Never was a king Happy as that haby yonder, yelling ittle kiddies over there— Solemn eyes and tangled hair— Ten years old?) That's still a baby! What doin’s baby stuff! And the dignity of manhood Will he comin’ quick enough! La him yell and squeal and whistle, Rollin’ in the sand; Let him have the freedom of the whole hack lot. Things that hurt like thorn o' thistle Wor m your hand. You'll be wishin’ some time that those things were not! When I think of habies—old From the things that can’t be told— And then look at him a-dancin’, in’, shoutin’, in his joy Don't put out a hand to stop him! Mother—let him be a boy! Ore Result of Modern Letter-Writing AE SMYTHE was suing for ) of promise. During the mination she was asked, * Did nt send you any letters answered the fair Mae se loving words?" “ Did o! He always called me his ed by telling me he be- And when the court fad the letters read, it was found he her as “ My dear Miss 1 that he had signed them “Very truly yours.” Para, what does senatorial cour- tesy mean?” “It means that even if you are out ® bail, your co-workers will let you down among them.” ‘CIF E: 767 Ill say this for Houdini: When it comes down to this business of being the ‘thandcuff king’’ he hasn’t competition enough to flag a handcar if it was all rolled into one red lantern. [I’ve seen him work, and believe you me he’s “‘there.’? Hand- cuffs, leg irons, straight jackets, prison bars—now he’s locked up—now he isn’t—just like that! But—there’s one famous fetter he never went up against, | He never took a chance on having those elusive wrists and ankles caught in lanything quite so steadfast and stubborn as that everlasting grip of hard rubber in | d RUBBERSET TRADE MARK SHAVING BRUSHES Tit say he never! Even“M’siew’ Harry” has to have a ‘‘bur- glar’s chance’’ at a get-away, and that’s a heap sight more than a bristle has after it’s been gripped in hard rubber, my way, and put to work in one of my brushes. To see Houdini “work” is a fascination. To have the bristles ot your shaving brush “doing the Houdini” while the brush is being most intimate with the architec- tural dips, angles and elevations of your countenance is far differ- ent, It's a potent provocation to profanity, to high blood pressure, to shortening of the breath, to wife-beating, to the loss of appetite and business, and heaven knows what else! Obey that impulse! Determine to beat the game. Any good brush dealer will become your accomplice—for a price. Slip him what you think you can afford (some- thing between fifty cents and fifteen dollars), break it to him gently that you want a RUBBERSET, and learn lather luxury for LIFE. I thank you! OLD MAN RUBBERSET. Copyright ass Rebher & Celtutaid Products Co comicbooks.com