Life — October 19, 1922 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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George, they’! lock What do I care! Oh, Tae Carriage Rag! Baby Why All Our Ecstasy and Silliness by Proxy? AM never going to see Pavlowa again, and I am never going to see Charlie Chaplin again. It is silly to go and see them do things that I can ‘do perfectly well myself. I don’t mean that I can dance as well as Pavlowa or walk as funny as Charlie Chaplin, but I can dance some and I can walk pretty funny when I try. This thing of walking along nor- mally and regularly is all wrong. I sing in my bath, I sing with my whole heart, loud and vulgar though it may be, and I'll tell the world it is alot of fun. I’m going to have more of this sort of fun. Beginning to- morrow at sunrise I am going to start a new life. I’m going to skip to the 8:40 train. And if I feel like walking funny for a block or two, I’m going to walk just as funny as I feel. Last night I saw the Pavlowa bal- let, and it occurred to me that every- body ought to live that way. There ought to be more dancing around in First National Banks, in department stores, on subway platforms, on Fifth Avenue, everywhere. Walking is so dog-goned common, and almost sad, when you come to think of it. All of us feel ecstatic now and then. Well, when we feel ecstatic why shouldn’t we hop along like Pavlowa for a block or so? And, though it may be heresy to say so, all of us feel funny now and then, and, when we do, why shouldn’t we act as silly as Charlie Chaplin? . Not that it makes any difference, but it will be a better world when we all do. I know for myself that I never feel quite so close to the eternal as when I get down on my knees and stick my head under the davenport and act like an ostrich for the benefit of the two youngest children. Everybody has it in him, or he would not pack theatres to see Pav- lowa and Charlie do it for him. You just watch the human race and in another thousand years or so it will be cutting its own capers. Life isn’t going to be so bad after all, in another million years, when we have all learned how to cut loose. To-morrow I start this new era. Of course, I shall try to be harm- less in my self-expression. I don’t want people to say anything worse about me than: “Oh, well, he’s harm- less.” D. H. A Single-Track Mind NortH: I can get you six per cent. West: it already! “No, I mean for your money.” “Well, I expect to pay for it, of course.” Great! Man, I can taste Love may be blind, but a poor man is never sued for breach of promise. WASHINGTON LONDON: GENOA oe Loose Leaf Products Milling gutters Abrasive wheels Elastic webbings Insecticides Flour, feed, hay, straw, salt. Drop-forgings Chemicals Screw caps Quaker snips Tar, coal, lime, sand, cement. Door sashes Mill work Blinds Window frames Water tube boilers, clay working machines, (And fifteen lines more of this. —Muriel Draper in the Little Review, ENNIS rackets All-weather treads Waterproof awnings Fountain pens Paints, oils, cigarettes. varnishes, tobacco, Domestic cigars Hair restorers Parquet floors Carpets Golf sticks, jewelry. automobiles, books, Muriel If the Poetry business Ever fails You can always go back to Department store elevatoring. F, P. A. A maw will own up to a dozen faults in order to hide one. Coming and Going The foreign diplomat leaps from conference to conference. comicbooks.com