Life — July 22, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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SN SS os = = — Eve AN has never known a dull hour since woman, apple in hand, picketed him in the Garden of Eden, dictating terms of surrender. Her ver- satility and resourcefulness ; have kept him dodging reefs and scrambling out of quick- sands, to the preservation of his wits and agility. He is still hard at work, inventing excuses when she burns an ally’s flag, inviting her to tea when she flaunts defamatory banners at his doors, applaud- ing poli when she inter- rupts his senatorial eloquence, and promising heaven and earth when she demands them of presidential candidates, From every corner of the habitable globe come reports Daubney: AND, WAITER, TWO COCKTAILS His Fr “an! yes—t KNOW—I KNOW. BUT IT EMPTY PLEASURE nd: TOM, YOU KNOW DARN WELL ¥ N'T GET COCKTAIL: “WHY, FIDLUMS! I AM SURPRISED THAT YOU WOULD EVEN NOTICE SUCH A COMMON CUR! SHAME ON you!" NICE TO ORDER THEM.” A BACARDI AND A BRONX—DRY. Now, of her inventive activities. She has preached in Calvin's city from Calvin's pulpit, which is a pleasant thing to contem- plate, though Knox's city and Knox's pulpit would have been a more daring capture. In Scribner's for June we read of her wonderful doings in the Philippines, where the discreet Filipinos “recognize the right of a wife to hold a good, firm check-rein. on her husband.” The Illustrated London May 13th, shows us a del ful picture of Barnabite nuns (upon whose chaste counte- nances the errant world is never permitted to gaze) being led, swathed and shrouded, through the streets, to cast their votes in the recent Czecho-Slovakian elections. At (Continued on page 174)