Life — February 16, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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More Head than Heart Mother: Jessie, the next time you hurt that kittie, I am going to do the same thing to you. If you slap it I'll slap you. If you pull its ears I'll pull yours. If you pinch it I'll pinch you. Jessie (after a moment's thought): Mamma, I'll pull its tail. Formule for the Great American Short Story Dorothy Parker NY «S. JOHN COLLINGWOOD is bored with luxury and lack of employment. Her husband comes home and in- forms her that he has lost everything. They dismiss the ser- vants and move to a little house in the country, where Mrs. *, finds happiness in housework, cooking, chicken-tending, and the wearing of bungalow aprons. Her husband comes home and tells her that he did not lose his money at all. * * * Old Jim Henderson is found in his library, stabbed to death by a paper knife. Suspicion logically rests on his penniless nephew, the penniless girl he had adopted, and the penniless widow of his brother. It is revealed that the mur- der was done by a gardener whose daughter Henderson had tefused to marry. The gardener dies of heart failure. * * * Maizie, who works daytimes behind the perfume coun- ter at Van Arsdale & Weingraub’s, sits in her hall bed- toom dreaming over a photograph of young Schuyler Van Arsiale in polo costume, which she has cut from a society paper. Next day young Van Arsdale happens to be strolling through his father’s store. His eye is caught by Maizie’s wild-rose beauty. They become engaged. Old Mr. and Mrs. Van Arsdale are delighted. *-_ * * Trueheart, half collie and half wolf, kills two bears that are nosing the unconscious body of Elaine Follansbee, Eastern society belle, who has lost her way in the woods while touring God’s country. Trueheart carries her to a cave, and hides her there. He then lopes to the cabin of clean-limbed Dan Hutchins, whom he leads to the cave. The dog stands silhouetted against the sky watching the man and woman return to the little town, his arm about her waist, then turns and lopes off into the heart of the forest. * * * Cora Le Maire, world-famous actress, while playing a one-night stand, drops in to visit a friend whom she has not seen since they were girls together. The friend has married a poor man, and must do all the work of their squalid little flat. She looks ten years more than her real age, her hair is straggly, and her clothes are home-made. But as she bends over the bed of her two children, there is something in her eyes. Cora Le Maire enters her lonely limousine, and returns to her silent, orchid-lined dressing- room, where she sits thinking Live and Let Live “TIVE and let live,” hummed the mosquito to the dragon fly as he punctured the fat man’s plump wrist. Live and let live,” said the dragon fly to the king-bird, his mouth full of juicy mosquito steak. “Live and let live,” sang the king-bird to the hawk as he crunched a dragon fly’s drumstick. “Live and let live,” whistled the hawk to the hunter, gulping a morsel of king-bird’s liver. “Darn these mosquitoes! They won’t let a man live,” growled the hunter, swatting a mosquito, while admiring the wing-spread of the dead hawk. comicbooks.com