Life — March 9, 1922 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ous Remarried Meeting “U7 ELL, Louisa,” said Mr. Mel- / ton, “I’m told I’m to take you jn to dinner. I’m sure I don’t mind, if you don’t.” “ “On the contrary, it will be returned the lady, politely. ther a joke on our hostess when finds out,” continued Mr. Melton. urse, someone's sure to tell her.” | she’s so new she'll suffer acute- tid Louisa, half-smiling as she across the room. “I’m really for her. However, she’s done better for us than she knew. We shall have plenty to say to each other after all this long time, shan’t we?” ill be easier, I shouldn't won- ig side by side than it used to e to face,” he observed with an ble grin. can't remember that you ta loss for subjects of conversa- tion, Philip. “I often felt like an though, after I'd got started.” \nd you're not going to feel so to- night?" hazarded his former wife, play- fully “Not for a moment,” declared Philip. “| never thought you were an ass, now,” said Louisa. xu mean you liked my being one.” contented herself with a shake of the head. amused you to see me play the nd leave common sense to you,” plained Mr. Melton. \Vell, I've always said that there didn't seem to be two adults in any married couple. One of them always had to grow up and look after. the othe Exactl. cried Philip indignantly, of course, it never struck you | might want to be adultish occa- tisa couldn't help smilin “You never made much of a success of it,” looking at him with brilliant cyes. vt with you, perhaps,” returned Mr. Melton, darkly. : ou mean you've married again? In't know. Is she here?” ertainly I married—when I was in France. That’s her over there,” re- pliel Philip, with happy disregard of ranimar. “With the bobbed hair,— the window.” “Why, she’s a child!” cried Louisa. “She takes some looking after,” de- clared the gentleman boastfully, “and she’s not awfully at home in our man- ners and customs—though she does speak English pretty well—so I have to explain a lot. It keeps me on pleas- were awful ass, Louisa “Jack, dear, may I have that ten dollars I saw on your bureau “Certainly, darling. T'll go and get it for you.” “Never mind, sweetheart, I have it.” the jump all the time, I can tell you.” The late Mrs. Melton could hardly repress a sudden chuckle. Mr. Melton observed it. “T tell you what it is, Louisa,” he exclaimed, wrathfully. “You were al- ys too damned sensible and self-re- liant to be anybody’s wife, and I’m glad you didn’t try it again.” “Oh, but I did,” said Louisa. “I married my cousin. “Not that handsome old bird, Penly?” “That identical old bird,” returned the lady, “and he treats me as if he thought I needed caging.” “Well, then, we’ve both got what we didn’t have before,” remarked Mr. Mel- ton, “and, oh, hang it ! there comes some fool to separate us just as we were both getting interesting !” Cc. D. Oh, So Easy! IMPLE formula for use by salaried men in determining the amount ci income tax they owe: Find the cube root of the national debt of Liberia. Subtract the number of superlatives used in 1921 by movie press agents de- scribing million-dollar productions. Add Mayor Hylan’s vocabulary. Multiply by pi times the radius squared, Add a cake of yeast and two packages of raisins. Stir slowly. Let stand for twenty-four hours. ilter. ke well before using. J.K.M. comicbooks.com