Life — August 5, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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WAS not feeling quite up to the mark the other day, and 1 home from business, y the doctor's advice, re- mained indoors. Well, that was the morning the newsboy failed to deposit my newspaper at the door. 1 tried be philosophical, even pretending that there were certain to ~LIFE- “Let Georgina Do It” Maybe it would. try so they can be sure. ixit Georgina, and re-enter the same Georgina with the other hat. By-play with mirror, hand glass and two meticulous (please let me say it) critics. Keen dis- cussion, and return to the turban—which is finally adopted with reservations. 1. M. 1 offer Georgina the price of the newspaper in the form of a Anyway, Georgina will en-thirty « Ten-fifty-two A. M. orgina re- straightens her hat, while my wife takes a crease out of a fichu or jabot or son thing, and then Georgina makes a g She returns to know what paper it is that I want. I explain, with diagrams. She kisses my wife good-by, and makes a good start. El . AL, y My wife hurries after her, retrieves her, and I hear her suggest- ing to Georgina parts of day's paper I hadn't quite read through. But my wife saw through my weak- kneed pretense, and said fondly: “You shall have dear! yester- your paper, It's just a across to the sta- tioner’s — I'll go and get the paper for you.” Thereupon out spoke Georgina, her kindly who lives with us alway lend hand, step sister, and is eager to helpful especially in emergency. “Let me get your paper,” quoth Georgina briskly. And after polite protest we agreed. In our flat 1 was an near enough to have some idea of Georgina’s prepa- rations for her journey across the to the tioner’s. These began a little past nine o'clock a. M. As we are doing our own work (of course from a strange idiosyncrasy leading us to love manual ope hing, dusting, and so on), Georgina must change her entire costume, includ- ing shoes and stockings to match. street sta- ions—such as dish- Ten-fifteen A. M, Georgina appears, clad for the street, and exhibits herself to my wife for criticism. Wife is full of enthusiastic praise; but is a little doubt- ful about the brown turban. Wouldn't the French gray go better with the suit? Kid (brought up on Sunday supplements) WILL YA, PAP nickel. She scorns the coin. “No. I have pennies, pocketbook. I will get i Georgina fails to return. My wife c ducts a search party. Both return, u1 to find the missing pocketbook. I renew my offer of the nickel, and am met by the objection that Georgina has to find her pocketbook anyway. Two ladies examine workbaskets, sewing pockets of aprons, bureau—and at last discover pocketbook the mantel, camouflaged under a pair of gloves, a veil and some samples. right in my able machine, on READ THE JOKES OFFEN ' that the dyer’s is only a_half-block from the sta’ er's, and if ( gina will not mind, she would like to have those white gloves called for Georgina waits for the receipt and the cash, and finally, at E ne = twen three A, M., Geor- gina is launched the prise of procuring that newspaper. A long interval fol- lows. 1 hear my wife in’ the tance singing soft- ly that upon enter- war-time favorite, “It’s a Long Way to T perary.” Towa sder to the window and see a boy in the street. I whistle. nearer. He comes I tell him to go buy me a newspaper, and chuck him the nickel. He com- ~ plies, and my wife gets it at the door. “Georgina must marks. “Very kind of her,” I say. Eleven-twenty-fi M. the newspaper when the telephone bell rings. My wife answers the call, and re- ports to me: “It's Georgina. She is going to lunch with the Tompkinses, and says she'll bring you the evening paper.” “TL wish thank her.” I reply. “She's a wonder. She never forgets any- thing—does she?” jave sent it,” she re- Tam deep in you'd comicbooks orl