Life — October 21, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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

dedicated of * Lilacs” Disrespectful Pink blue, Purple white, Color of skim milk, You are everywhere, Hanging on a thin gray line Of hemp, Fastened to a green post Or to an Ailanthus tree, Or, what is still more poetic, To a rusty nail In a brick wall. You are every color— Pink blue, Blue pink Purple white— But mostly the color of skim milk You wiggle and sway and puff And contort yourselves And writhe, THE UNDER DOG Lingerie By Oliver Herford You foot it uglily, obscene, Like the Russian dancer. C Lingerie, Pun ble Wishywashy, Color of skim milk, You are everywhere— In my sandalwood chest, Scented with Japolak and Ginriki And Galosh And all the perfumes of the fabled East; In the painted bureau of bird's-eye maple Of the peddler’s daughter Of Hester Street; In the Florentine chest Of the Profiteeress, Voluptuously carved And gilded To the Queen’s taste By Spaghetti te, wishyw the froth lace edging Run little ribbands Of pale pink, Color of chilblains, Pale mauve, Color of a faded bruise. Through the interstices of ing They run twistingly, Like little serpents. Lingerie, Pale blue, Punk, Like these verses; But I love them— 1 mean the verses— your lace edg- Not because they are rotten, But because T wrote them myself Like people of no importance on a yibbet. Of the Grand Rapids Renaissance. On my typewriter. Social Notes from New York Rk. J. REMINGTON JONES, whose recent attempt to cross Fifth Avenue was interrupted hy a passing automobile, is stopping t the Emergency Hospital for the fall term. Mr. and Mrs. Cadwallader B. Bla ng their private ward in the fety tarium, following their recent ten- story plunge in the express cle- vator of the Yankemup Arms apartments. They are not ex- pected to return to the Yankemup Arms for some time. Horatio B. hanker, was treated to a surprise party by three unidentified stran- are Occup} First Sani- Ainsworthy, the gers upon his return from New- late con- town house Tuesday night. He is now valescing at the New. York Eye, Neck and Skull Infirmary. Mrs. S. de Mortimer Morton and her débutante daughter, Miss port to his “ scotcu? SEORGE IS AROUT THF NOISIEST CHAP IN THE GANG DAYS. HE TOLD ME ONCE HE WAS IRISH ON HIS MOTH- ER’S SIDE AD I FANCY I7’S THE SCOTCH IN HIM D FRENCH ON HIS FATHER'S.” “ AND SCOTCH ON HIS INSIDE.” Luisita Morton, who the summer in Europe, are now at their town house, where, accord. ing to physicians, they are slowly recovering from the effects of their encounter with the Customs officials. Master Tommy Vanderwater Green, youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. F. Vanderwater Green, was a pleasant caller at the emergen dressing station of the Infa Arm, Leg and Trunk Hospital, following his recent collision on Park Avenue with a ten-ton mo- tor truck. No date has been set for his recovery. spent Congratulations are being ex- tended to Mr, J. Mugsey Mug: wuggle, noted clubman and man about town, upon his steady im provement since the recent Old Timers’ night exercises at the Loins Club. Surgeons say he will probably be able to dispense en- tirely with crutches after another twelvemonth, comicbooksteonll