Life — February 8, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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February Sam a-singing, “Wake, Ist My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings!” in his bath, though it was well past nine. And I did hear him admonish the servant, when she asked if she should keep on calling him at seven, since he did not rise till so much later, to continue her early summons, forasmuch as he slept so much bet- ter after he received it. . . .Florence Wilkins to luncheon with me, and she told me that in arranging for her daughter’s début she had a feeling of casting her to the lions. And we had much discourse on the young people of to-day, and Florence did mark the modern girl’s lack of sub- tlety, recalling that she was engaged to four men at one time in her own first year, whereas the best her child can do is to forgather with fifteen or twenty of her kind and chant in chorus, “Where Is the Man of My Dreams? Where Is He?” With no reaction from the eligible males present, neither. Methinks Florence overestimates the advantage of four simultaneous fiancés, since she could marry only one of them. Her daugh- ter, if I read the spirit of her kind aright, might prefer to be engaged to four at different times and wed them in sequence. February © Greatly cast down upon 2nd rising because a heavy rain proscribed my shopping expedition. And I did stand at the window regarding the downpour and pondering why we should be enjoined to save money for a rainy day, since it is so much easier and pleasanter to spend it on a shiny one. Fine weather always inclines me to extravagance, and I pray God that the morrow be fair, as I need a new hat for the good of my soul. . . .Lydia Loomis to lunch- eon with me, and she told me how a man whom her husband brought home to dinner did unwittingly eat up the minute doily under his mold of ice cream, and how she had watched him, speechless from hor- ror, forasmuch as it was one of a costly set from Brussels, with her monogram woven in the lace. Nor did he choke on it, neither, as she longed for him to do. Had such a thing happened in my house, I should have dosed the zany with an emetic, had I been unable to call out to him in time, which I doubt. February My heart exceedingly 3rd heavy all day, my ser- vant Emilie having told me that she must leave me to set up a beauty shop for herself, and she the only one I ever had who did not let the hot iron rest on my head while waving my hair. An amiable girl, too, for one of her competence, for I have noted that extreme effi- ciency and a good disposition are seldom conjoined. .. . Our telephone bill so enraged me this day that I tang up the company and told them that, with the service what it is, we could not have got so many con- nections had we spent all our wak- ing hours at the instrument. But Sam says it will avail naught, and that we must grin and bear it. Whereupon I told him that I would bear it, but I do refuse to grin. B.L. Divorce 4 la Mode SHE Have you seen Kate Kipplestone lately ? HE Not since she divorced me. SHE But I thought you married Maud Kingsway. HE That was after Kate. SHE I used to adore Maud. HE So did I. Until I married her SuE And Kate, too. HE I still adore Kate. SHE But she divorced you. HE That’s probably why I adore her. SHE They say she’s going to marry again. I did. HE Whom? SHE My husband. HE know you Really? But I divorced. didn’t were SHE I’m not—yet. HE So you prefer the single life. SHE Not at all. I, too, am about to be married. He Indeed! And the lucky man? SHE Maud Kingsway’s first husband He Why, Maud’s first husband is now married to Alice Dellamy. SHE But. Alice is getting a divorce. HE Of course she is. SHE Why do you say “of course”? He -Because I’m going to marry Alice. C.G.S. comicbooks.com