Life — September 29, 1921 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Jim Henrys Colum Better Shaving It's been my theory all along not so much to sell Mennen Shaving Cream as to educate men to enjoy shaving more by doing it better. For example, I have rather laid myself open to attack by insisting that lather ought to be built up with three minutes of brisk brushing. Of. course I have known that a lot of men—possibly a majority—get satisfactory results in a third of that time and it would no doubt have been good salesmanship to feature Mennen’s as a quick latherer— which it is. But I knew that if I could induce you just once to experience the almost unearthly gratification of a supremely good Mennen shave ee ee to me the picture is very vivid. You have been twirling away on the brush’ for three minutes—grumbling but obedient for once. Then you get your jaw muscles all set for the daily combat. A puzzled look creeps into your eyes as the razor, sinks into the bank of lather. There’s nothing there. The edge slips along like a hot knife through butter. And afterwards although your hide is as smooth and hairless as a baby’s, it feels fresh and cool as though soft fingers had gently massaged it with healing lotions. I know that if just once you would expose yourself to the full, wonderful power of a three minute Mennen lather, I would never have to sell you again. But for goodness sake use it any way you like— slap it on in ten seconds, pummel it with your fin- gers, use twice too much and turn it into a paste— but use it; for Mennen Shaving Cream, used right or wrong, is great stuff. ° bane (Mennen Salesman) P.S.—I'll send a demonstrator tube for 15 cents. THE Mennen Company Newark, AJ. S.A. Pitchers Have Ears A little saying from a seven-year-old girl. Nercuzor: How is your mother this morning ? Litre Giri: hospital. Nercusor: Why! I did not know your mother was. ill. Lirtre Girt: No, it is my aunt who is ill. NEIGHBOR: your aunt? Litre Gir: ache. Neicusor: Why! I did not know any one went to the hospital for a bad headache! Litrte Girt (looking up quickly with a very interested, bright look on her face): That is not the real rea- son, I think; they are spelling things on me.—Christian Register. My mother is at the What is the matter with She has a bad head- Academic Training ‘A wealthy Irish farmer, intending to send his son to college, wrote a letter to the “Head Master of Oxford Uni- versity,” in which he said: “Please say what are your terms for a year; and will it cost anything extra if my son learns to write a good hand and spell proper, as well as to row a boat?” —London Weekly Telegraph. In a Pinch, use ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE Nothing But the Truth Lawyer: And what was the defend- ant doing meanwhile? Witness: He was funny story. Lawyer: Remember, sir, that you are under oath.” Witness: Well, telling me a story. —Pearson’s Weekly (London). telling me a anyway, he was Conceit “That fellow sure is conceited, isn’t he?” “T'll say so. He even expects the dis- charge of his duty to make a noise that is heard around the world.” —Florida Times-Union. Still a Chance CappiE (to golfer badly bunkered, with opponent well on the green): Don’t give up the hole, sir. You never know; the other gentleman might have a fit—Boston Transcript. On the First View “Pa,” said little Thomas Twobble, “what is prima facie evidence of guilt?” “Possessing a bottle-capping machine, my son,” said Mr. Twobble. —Birmingham Age-Herald. Ir at first you do succeed, look out. —New York World. 30 Matchless for the Complexion At all druggists and department stores CHARLES G. NORRIS’S NOVEL BRASS A Novel of Marriage is by the Author of “ Salt.” Read it. ‘$2.00 at any bookshop or from £. P. Dutton & Co., 681 Sth Ave., N.Y. His Bookmark “How far have you studied, Johnny?” inquired the teache: “Just as far the book is dirty, ma’am.”—Ladies’ Home Journal. “Paw, what's a ‘waiting list’?” “A telephone directory, my son —Nashville Tennessean. “The Change” —Bystander (London). comicbooks.com