Life — August 24, 1922 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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LIFE Memories and Reminders NE never realizes until one goes abroad how many * things one meant to attend to and left undone. It’s simply appalling, my dear, how they keep cropping up. There’s always something to remind one of what one forgot. We were looking at the Nelson monument in Trafalgar Square, when my eye chanced to light on the lions at the base of the monument. “John,” I asked, “are you sure you told the man at the kennels that Lady Fair was to have two bon-bons a day?” Of course he had forgotten. I scarcely spoke to him until we left England, I was so furious about his neglect of the only Pom I ever really adored. We saw those terrifying sewers under Paris. Most frightful places, my dear. Naturally, I thought of the contrast with our home and suddenly I cried, “John! Did you close that small corner window in the cellar before we left?” He mumbled something about not being sure. When we got back I found that he had shut it, but I worried about it throughout the entire trip. And Rome, my dear! Marvellous! You must make Tom take you next summer. We stood on the square in front of St. Peter's and saw the chimney from which the smoke ascends during a papal election. It must be positively thrilling when they do choose a pope. Of course, it reminded me of something else John had for- gotten. He hadn’t told Aunt Joe to have our furnace repaired while we were away. Men are so stupid about such things. However, the Vatican recalled one duty. Young Alderman: I sent a picture card of it to Dr. Grenson, our minister— the South End Presbyterian, you know. As I say, my dear, a European trip is a complete educa- tion in itself. It teaches you never to trust the doing of anything to your husband. J. KLM. Science H, we've yoked the slumbering earth to our will, And we've fettered the seas and the skies; And the lightning flash we have bound in chains, Thrall to our might and slave to our brains, Up through the ages we've struggled until This is our guerdon and prize. For this is the dream that Franklin dreamed As he worked on his silken kite. And this is the vision that spurred them on, Morse and Bell and Edison. These are the voices Marconi heard As he studied and toiled through the night: X. Y.Q. Mr. Glutz will talk at 6 on “The Making of Glue.” Bedtime Stories at 7 p. M. by Little Miss Sophie McCue. Our Flag and Our Country at 8:15, by the Reverend \. Barnet. An Hour of Jazz at 9 p. M. by the X Y Q Quartet. Flaccus. Just imagine, those rascally street railway people had the nerve to offer me a hundred thousand to vote for their measure. His Wife: Oh, Henry! I always knew you’d make good. comicbooks.com