Life — July 14, 1921 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Jim Henrys Column Camp Comfort I wish everyone could enjoy his intro- duction to Mennen Shaving Cream on his vacation—preferably at a camp. His soul is attuned to the things which make life happy. He gets up when he feels like it and his mind doesn’t instantly snap into high gear on all the worries and irritations of working days. A bucket of water yanked out of the pond—a flat rock to sit on where he can watch the morning clouds drift over the tree tops, mirrored brokenly in the breeze swept water— And then he opens his new tube of Mennen’s and reads the directions about building up the lather with three minutes of brisk brushing—no finger rubbing. Why not? Three minutes or ten—it’s all the same to him—no train to catch—no seven minute breakfast to gulp. It startles him a little to find that cold water makes a perfect lather—and also what an enormous amount of water he is able to pack into the lather. But the crowning moment—the solemn moment of almost unearthly content—is when the razor starts clearing the underbrush just east of his ear. He looks at the razor—puzzled—to see if the blade is there—for there was no sensation of cutting—rather it was a gentle caress. Then he gets to the wiry thicket just below the corners of his mouth—that he used to have to yank up by the roots—nothing there. And afterwards—his face feels so benevolent, so cold creamy—is it any wonder he then and there vows that whatever other changes come into his life his shaving habits are fixed—Mennen’s forever. My 15 cent demonstrator tube will just about last a vacation. ° bene, (Mennen Salesman) THe Mennen Company Newark, NV). U.S.A. Charles Joseph Hyman, New York. “A Friend,” Hartford, Conn. . Sara E. Greene, Fort ‘Bayard, N. M Mrs. R. L. Clause, Sewickley, Pa. Mrs, Wm. R. King, Bellevue,’ P: Dunievy Milbank, New Yor! Frank Lambert, Brooklyn, N. Margaret Helen Thompson, Water! Conn, Mrs, Ernest T. Eggert, Arlington, Va. Mary E. Stone Bassett, Carbondale, Pa. Mrs. I, K, Souther, Chevy Chase, DB. C. Mrs. B,C. Dickinson, Liberty, N. Y Mi Minneapolis, Minn. Er, Gy Ashevaiie we Co In_memory of Betty Smith Griswotd, Binghamton, N, G. Pearson, Philadelphi: 7. Boswell, Rocheste: George, | Sulfern, Josephine’ Hartford’ Hoffman, Orange, Harry G. Haskell, ‘Wilmington, “Del “From a Friend,” New York. C, and, M. Archer, Reading, Pa...112) Mrs. E. P. Brown, Newton, Mass.... Mrs. Francis H. Swift, Boston. . Baldwin, New Haven, Conn. Mrs. H, T. Baker, Marcia Stevens, N Mr. and_Mrs. a bart, Conn pencer, J Sirs "Charles Fosdick 5 Mis, Wan Mf, Lybrand, South Norwalk, Conn. BA Donald ainam, Ashland CC. McKinney, Hubbards Woods, iit. Miss L. E. Naples, N. Y Natheyn Hi. Kobbe, New York. $14,649.70 Poor Abraham Lincoln Ejight-year-old Josephine was studying the life of Abraham Lincoln at school and was impressed by what she had learned. One evening she was engrossed in a story of his boyhood days, which she had found at home, when suddenly she ex- claimed in a pitying voice: “O mama! Just think! Poor Abraham Lincoln had to wear wooden clothes.” Her mother said, “Oh, no! that can not be true,” but Josephine pointed to the sentence: “Abra- ham Lincoln split rails for clothing. —Indianapolis News. An Inferno Inferred Tue Parson (at table, to fellow boarder): My dear sir, theology does not teach the existence of a literal hell, but merely that a potential hell lies with- in each one of us at this moment. Tue Lanp.apy (overhearing): You force me to remind you, Mr. Smith, that you may leave at once if you are dis- satisfied!—Passing Show (London). Guilty Conscience “Did you have a good time at Smith’s last evening?” “Can’t say that I did. Mrs. Smith is an old sweetheart of mine and I owe Mr. Smith ten dollars."—New York Sun. The Price of Friendship Mr. Novuveau-RIcHE (opening mail): Look at this!’ The Duke of Bastos ad- dressing me as “Dear Friend.” Mrs. NovuveAu-RicHe: How much does he want?—Le Rire (Paris). Lost Endeavor “What is sadder than a man who loses his last friend?” “A man who works for his board and loses his appetite.”"—Stanford Chaparral. 32 The breeze that blows the travel- er happily on his way by land or sea, is money. Not so much in amount, as that it shall be con- venient, safe against loss or theft and good as gold anywhere. American Express Travelers Cheques Are the “insured money” of all nations Absolutely safe. Universally rec- ognized the world over. Travelers who convert their money into American Express Travelers Cheques command the helpful services of this world organiza- tion, with offices and thousands of correspondents everywhere. Secure your steam- ship tickets, hotel reservations and itin- eraries or plan you cruise or tour through the American Express Travel Department. American Express Company 65 Broadway New York 6 BeLvans Hot water Wes, Sure Relief E Lb SANS T ‘TWE CAREY PRINTING CO. Ince comicbooks.com