Life — April 28, 1921 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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LOCAL GOSSIP HAT telephone feller wuz out sailin’ t'other day and sech a fog come in he kinder lost his bearin’s, what with the wind a-dyin’ out an’ all. After a while he ketched sight o’ land and started hulloo’in’, sost finely Abby Sparrel heerd him and went out and yelled to ast what he wanted. “Is that Fore Har! This is Two Mile Excuse it, pl al It made Abby as mad as a wet hen. * sez he. “No,” Abby yells. “ “Wrong number,” sez he, Lest We Remember HE ingratitude of republics appears to be due entirely to their total loss of memory. The Juggernaut of Present Events is thus continually rolling over the Heroes of the past. Those who yesterday met with the hysterical plaudits of crowds are to-day shut out from the court of common pleas. The boy who returns from the war a cripple droops in the dead letter line, while Red Tape Bureaucratic Jealousy and Congressional Incompetence make their rival bids for popular approval. N Napoleon did not know how much of it all was Na- poleon and how much Chance. pave coon THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPEN Men’s Chorus: OW! PLEASE TAKE MY SEAT. LIF® 8BOOKSe HANKS to the inroad of modern science, there are many ways—from psychoanalysis to Katherine Blackford—of judging a person’s character, For those methods that include the questionnaire, I humbly suggest the following questions; Do you like dogs? Are you fond of children? Do you like Gilbert and Sullivan? Only for the first two will qualified answers be favorably considered. If the third question encounters a flat negative, an expert psychiatrist is to be called into immediate consultation, Songs of Two Savoyards (Dutton) contains sixty-six numbers from the more noted operas of W. S. Gilt and Arthur Sullivan, All in all, it is a representative collection of imperishable lyrics hitherto impossible to obtain “save ly long and weary dances.” Superficially, one has a passing regret at the absence of a handful of favorites—two or three from The Mikado, as many from Ruddigore, the waltz from The Pirates, the first act finale of The Gondoliers and the giddy little int Heart” from Jolanthe, Actually, there is more than sufficient material for casual interest or accumulated study. Beiter an inch and a half of Songs of Two Savoyards than’ three miles of piano-rolled “ Sweet Daddy Blues.” ATS FOR WOMEN,” is Jane Burr's ardent cry in The Passionate Spectator (Seltzer). tion of fa But she has no concep- play either to the reader or in her own convictions, The heroine's Aunt Caroline, carefully categorized as a saint as early as page nine, later gives voice to such appalling sophistries as “You have done quite the usual thing, my dear. This is no world for Puritans. . e big and full. Laugh all you can—and love!” An honest enough problem—that of a disillusioned woman who leaves her unsavory husband—Miss Burr has attacked it without rules. The Passionate Spectator is both oversexed and hysterical, OPE DEFERRED MAKETH THE HEART SICK” A mystery story, slow-moving and occasionally irrelevant, may likewise create pathological disturbances differently located. The mystery of The Grey Room (Macmillan) is absolute. It's UNPATENTED THE NO-MAN-CAN-HIDE-UNDER-IT BED, April as go and sa time i with s tion it their while solubl quisiti {/ comicbooks.com