Life — February 23, 1922 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

Sanctum Talk “TIFE!” “Margot !” “You know me, then?” “How can I say that I know you, Mrs. Asquith? I have read your book.” “But what is there for me to tell about mys “Yet, if there were nothing more for you to disclose, would you come to America to lecture?” “Why not, Lire? All the others do. And it’s such easy money !” “Isn't that rather shameless?” “How ungallant of you, Lire! For you Americans, who carry the trade of self-advertisement to such absurd lengths, to criticize an enterprising per- son like poor little ME—” “It isn’t that; it’s because you’re—” “Yes, I know; because I’m a woman; and you carry your horrible veneration for woman so far. Nothing could be more indicative of crudeness in any country than that.” “Except, possibly, where a woman publicly exposes her own emotions in order to pander to a morbid curtosity.” “Such a thing, Lire, would be quite inexcusable. Thank God, I am quite innocent of that.” “Your idea is simpler.” “Oh, so much simpler. It is that there is really no essential difference between men and women, and that therefore a woman should talk and act precisely like a man.” “But, why drag woman down to such a low level?” “Sympathy and solicitude for the men, Lire. Also, they need us to de- velop them. It helps so to increase the fortitude of any husband when his wife never shrinks from doing or writ- ing anything that she ought not to. Had you thought of that?” “Good heavens, no, Mrs. Asquith. I am afraid to reflect too much either upon matrimony or women—why in- crease my present profound ignorance of these subjects at the risk of disturb- ing my present tranquillity ?” “Then you are not glad to see me?” “Not glad to see you! I am de- lighted! I am charmed! You are so much more entertaining than any char- acter of fiction recently produced by an Englishman.” “How nice of you!” “Don’t mention it. When you are tired of being fagged and flunkeyed and flattered and fawned upon, drop in and rest up a bit.” “G-g-good morning, Lire.” “Good luck to you, Margot, and may every woman’s club in the country rise and call you blessed!” T.L. Memo for the Rising Generation: Remember, these are the good old days you will have to tell your grandchildren about. and If Lying Had Never Been Invented < H, my dear, do let me look at your new dress. Well, if it isn’t the worst-looking thing I ever saw in my life!” “So sorry, but we won't be able to come to dinner on Thursday. You have such perfectly terrible food.” “How charming of you to remember my birthday! But why in Heaven's name didn’t you give me something decent?” “And this is your little boy that I’ve been hearing so much about! Stupid little fellow, isn’t he?” “T’ve thought of you so often, and I’ve been meaning to run in and see you for I don’t know how long. But for- tunately, I have always been alle to find something more attractive to do.” your He “IT was simply thrilled te hear husband has just bought a ca can’t possibly afford it, you know ow, do come out and see us some time soon. We might just as well have you and get it over with.” “Yes, do let’s sit out this dance. Any- thing is better than dancing with you.” “It was so good of you to give me your milliner’s name and address. I wanted to make sure of it, so that I would never go near the place. “I’m awfully anxious to see the house since you have redecorated it. (Good Lord, what frightful taste you have, haven’t you?” Food for Thought Freppy: Tell me a story, grandma. GranpMaA: What kind, dearie? FREDD One that I have to eat cookies to listen to. Present comicbooks.com