Life — November 18, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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TT delegates to the International Postal Congress recently attended a bullfight in Madrid, and many of them were so upset by the revolting spectacle that they were forced to leave the arena before the entertainment was half over. The mutila- tion of bulls, horses and men probably reminded them of scenes in the parcel post sorting rooms at home. eas Advice to Kaiser William: carly. Do your Christmas chopping eee The Cleveland Plain Dealer asks: “Can these passenger de luxe airplanes open a bar and serve hard drinks after they get threesmiles high?” We can see no reason why they shouldn't, as there are few, if any, Prohibition enforcement agents snooping around at that altitude. But, at the same time, why travel two thousand feet into the air when it is so easy to walk around the corner and wink? sae Camille Flammarion, the French astronomer, was married the other day at the age of seventy-eight. On the same day the cable brought news of the marriage of Anatole France at the age of seventy-six. France is a member of the French Academy —an Immortal. Professor Flammarion is not. What matters it? Boys will be boys. Apropos Proposals If we were able to catch an author proposing, wouldn't we be likely to find him doing it much after the manner in which he would write it? Frinst: SCAR WILDE: Elise, my dear, marriage is a social crime everyone commits at one time or another. You will ameliorate the consequences in no small measure by acting as my accomplice. Harotp Bett Wricut: Soul of heart's desire—Amy gal— “ NOBODY HEARS ANYTHING BUT ‘THE PILGRIM FATHERS.” NOW, YOU STAND ASIDE, JOHN, AND GIVE US PILGRIM MOTHERS, SONS AND DAUGHTERS A CHANCE” “OH, I BEG PARDON will you turn the celestial heavens into roseate gleaming regions of rainbow bliss; will you make the twittering of sweet ‘young sparrows sound like a golden-voiced symphony choir; will you turn the sunshine into shafts of glittering happiness for me? Amy gal, I want you to become my mate! Irvin S. Coss: Matilda, although it has been done by divers others far more adroit than myself, I would come forward at this moment in all solemnity—if a fat man can be solemn—and sincerity, to say, with appropriate bows and gestures, that you prepare bacon and eggs just the way I want them prepared for me through life. Every one of my two hundred and sixty- three pounds of Paducah-bred manhood cries out for you, Matilda, and your wonderfully succulent bacon and eggs. Bernarp Saw: It would shock the good people endlessly were we to omit the marriage rite, Zoe; so rather than afford them the pleasure of being shocked, Ict us straightway to the parson’s, Grorce Ave: Sight for Ailing Optics. As the Happy-go-Lucky yap who is Always willing to Try anything once, I am herewith Ask if you'll Romp through Life with me. R. S. V. P. D. Q. German ambassador Might Chirp. Amaryllis, as an Animated picture, you're a Frevo: When I feel your presence seeping through me, Lisa, my entire subconscious self quivers sympathetically. Let us co-ordinate our suppressed desires and harmonize our psycho- analytic substrata, BiRPs of paradise, famed for their beautiful plumage are closely related to the crows. As the ballad said, “The colonel’s lady and Judy O'Grady are sisters under their skins.” comicbooks.coml