Life — January 19, 1922 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

The only real object in life of approximately one hundred million people in this country is to get a piece of your income—not to men- tion several earnest producers in Europe, Asia and points south. That’s the way we all make our living. Knowing that you can buy only a portion of the things the rest of us want to sell you, has developed in you a power of resistance to selling talk. You have thrown up a wall of doubt around your roll and it’s a powerful argument that can break through and get the money. That explains why you have been able to resist my quiet insistence that Mennen Shaving Cream is better than the old-fash- ioned soap you have been using all these years. Why, if every man who reads this would believe it just enough to try Mennen’s once, it. would increase our business 400% over- night. As a matter of fact, it isn’t my advertising which will finally overcome your resistance. The only real enemy of your roll is your own desire for the best of everything. In your heart, you know that Mennen’s is infinitely superior to the soap you are using and some morning when you are suffer- ing a little more than usual and your razor skids the way a carving knife does when it strikes one of those steel skewers they stick into roast beef, and your face feels mum- mified, you are suddenly going to make a big resolve to end all of your shaving troubles by doing it right—with Mennen’s. As the little half inch of cream blossoms into mountains of moist lather—as the beard melts away before the blade you thought was through—as the happy smiles spread over your smooth, un- scarred visage—you will be glad that you nicked the roll for at least four cents a month more than the old soap cost. I will send my demonstrator tube for ten cents. ° un Henay. (Mennen Salesman) THe Mennen Company Newark, N.J. USA. ie, a el oe ee OUR FOOLISH *\ See ARIES : a2 His Passing Fancy There was a man who fancied that, By driving good and fast, He’d get his car across the tracks Before the train came past; He’d miss the engine by an inch, And make the train hands sore, There was a man who fancied that... . There isn’t any more. —Carnegie Tech. Puppet. Subtlety Three detectives were shadowing a Frenchman who had pocketed some goods from a counter, and whom they suspected to belong to a gang. After rounding a corner they found he was no longer visible, but soon came to a restaurant with the inscription—“Ici on parle frangais.” “He'll be in here,” said the first. “No,” said the second, “if he thought he was being followed he would avoid going where he thought we should expect.” “Yes,” said the third, “but he would guess we should be smart enough think of that, and would turn in after all.’ So they went in and searched, but with- out success, for the Frenchman could not read, and therefore had not stopped. —London Morning Post. In a Pinch, use ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE A California Maid A lady stopping at a hotel on the Pacific coast rang the bell the first morning of her arrival, and was very much surprised when a Japanese boy opened the door and came in. “I pushed the button three times for a maid,” she said sternly, as she dived under the covers. “Yes,” the little fellow replied, “me she.”—San Francisco Chronicle. A Small Anachronist The youngster who asked his father why God hadn’t given the zebra stars as well as stripes has a match in the little girl who wrote this description of the Ark: “Overhead was a gorgeous rainbow and beneath it the little Ark rode proudly over the waters, with smoke pouring from her smokestack and the United States flag fly- ing at the bow.”—Boston Transcript. In Disgrace “Why is Fred in disgrace with Mar- guerite, Mayme?” “He rose hastily when her mother en- tered the parlor.” “Well, a gentleman should rise—” “And dropped the girl on the floor.” —Louisville Courier-Journal. The Very Same Nina: Tom, isn’t that the same suit you wore last year? Tom: Yes, and it’s the same suit you asked me last year if it wasn’t the same suit I had the year before—Harper’s. A CONTEMPORARY states that it is not known why St. Andrew became the Patron Saint of Scotland. One theory is that he was the cheapest saint they could get. —Punch, | Burpee’s Annual is the Lead- ing American Seed Catalog, It describes the Bur; Quality Seeds with a hundred of the finest vegetables and flowers illustrated in color. If you are; interested in gard ening or farming, Burpee’s Annual will be mailed to you free. Write today for your copy of Burpee’s Annual W. Atlee Burpee Co. Seed Growers Philadelphia The Hardy Scot The cold spell has brought the usual ad- vice not to sit over a fire, but to harden oneself in the open air in order to keep warm. The most admirable of the hardening school was a former Cameron of Lochiel. When bivouacking with his son in the depths of winter Cameron noticed that the boy had rolled a snowball to make a pillow, Immediately he kicked it away. “No effeminacy, boy!” he commanded, sternly.—Tit-Bits (London). Scots Farmer (to unwelcome visitor): ighted tae see ye. But, an awfu’ nicht for a call. Visitor Changing up dripping coat): Ye’re richt. But a gran’ nicht for findin’ folk at hame. —Reproduced from Punch (Lon- don) by arrangement with the proprietors. FOR_g MEN -MADE AT KEY WEST comicbooks.com