Life — June 15, 1922 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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your discus-throwing suit or your pole-vaulting outfit?” Fifty years ago she would have said, “James, don't be coarse,” 7 Other times, other manners. As jt was, she merely said, “That's not so cat funny. Besides, every time we plan tin anything together, you always find ho some way to spoil it—I think you ani are horrid! I don’t want to go on see your old trip, anyhow, if | have to Fat go looking like a—like a rag-bag,” ing and there was a hint of tears in her hot voice. I I don’t know why I’m fooled by it and —it has happened a hundred times ver before. It is a kind of ritual we go fp avd through occasionally, and are ger both thoroughly familiar \\ th its pho procedure. ton “There, there,” I said goity over sunt to her and kissing her, “don't take bac it that way. You knew I was joking 0 . ther This time she did trick me. “All > right,” she said quickly. “How can clos I be a sport without sports clothes?” ny R.K, said What They Said ‘R. LLOYD GEORGE, M. Bar- thou, and M. Georg Tchitch- ter, erin, delegates at Genoa, met recently laug by chance at Portofino, which com- trail mands a particularly fine view of the are Mediterranean. Whereupon the Noo Genoa correspondents sent out col- fF ™uc! umns of random guesses on what the boys three gentlemen said to one another. F They Belle: Jerry thinks he has a sense of humor. For the first time Lire offe , authentic interview with these states- J @ th men, deciding this momentous ques- Dori tion. What they said is set forth Thor The Sporting Life herewith: rt Lioyp GeorcE: Fine view, Old J “me Boys in th pah storie climb log-c ing a Nell: He must have a sense of humor to think that. Dear! But one gets a better view, you know, from th’ Old Abbey— Westminster, you know. M. BartHou: C'est magnifique! But that view from ze Eiffel Tower, she is more superb! M. TcuitcHertn: ‘Sa pretty thing! But you oughta see Mos- cow, the way we've got it now, from SUPP HE who, after considerable per- ing me, “two sports hats, four suasion a number of years ago, sweaters, three sports skirts, a tweed agreed to (and eventually did) as- suit, several pairs of—" sume my name, put her book down “And I shall need,” I cut in, “two and said, “Of course, I’d love to go _. banker’s uniforms, one curate’s cos- —lI’'m crazy for the trip, but there's tume and a diving suit.” the question of clothes.” “several pairs,” she continued, After years of married life, I’m gazing raptly at the ceiling and always unable to remember that. To continuing her litany, “of sports eer ,, me, a trip is a trip—with her, it isa shoes. One pair of white buckskin the roof of the asremln: There's ceremony to be dressed up to. She with brown leather doodads over the grand ruin for you! W. D. Dori tells me all women are like that. instep; one pair of stout brown ox- _ plung Well, perhaps, but it will take a fords, with a long fringed leather r first referendum to convince me. tongue; one pair—” — Different Now “—frocks, and, of course, sports “Splendid!” I cried.” “And I shall HE was innocent once, unalloyed; J shore: clothes," she wound up. take my telephone pole, climbing But she took up the writings of FR ing ¢] “But you don’t sport,” I said spikes and my fireman’s helmet. But, Freud. Atlan plaintively, yet truthfully. “You are my dear, if you are really going into So now when you meet her farms about as athletic as Queen Mary.” this thing properly, why are you And playfully greet her, food . “I shall need,” she went on, ignor- leaving out your wrestling costume, No subject you need to avoid. but is comicbooks.com