Life — March 22, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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LIFE - CMs Lops Diary March Disgruntled at the begin- 15th ning of this day because our cozen Amy, coming into my room before I was done with my tray, did reveal in her tone and visage her opinion of eating in bed. Whereupon I told her that although woman’s place might be in the home, it is not, as far as I am concerned, at the breakfast table. . . .To the post- office with Amy, and none too will- ingly, neither, to get something that had to be sent after her from Paris, but the zany had nothing upon her for identification save a monogram- med. handkerchief of so involved a design that the clerk could make naught of the initials and refused her the parcel. .. Having always deemed headgear which flares up from my face extremely becoming, I did buy and wear home a specimen of it which I saw in a window. But Sam, when he greeted me, was at some pains to decide whether I reminded him of Liberty or a member of the Continental Army. Greatly wroth, I gave the hat to my servant Virgie, and so, immediately after dinner, to bed with a book, leaving Sam to play Russian Bank with Amy, who has rules of her own and recognizes no others. The Ides of March, thank God, are gone! March A letter come from Bill * Wilcox, telling of his rough voyage to South America, and how he had done his daily half-dozen all the way—three meals down and three meals up, which Sam deemed a rare jest. Lord! I have never grasped why people do always laugh at the mere mention of seasickness, when it is: the most dreadful malady from -which man can suffer and one which reconciles him easily to instantaneous death. . . Nina Lockwood to luncheon with me, telling me how she had bought a fine lingerie party dress for her 16th daughter which the child had spurned with the statement that she would rather sit home all the days of her life than be seen abroad in such raiment. Whereupon Nina took her to a shop to learn what she would choose for her- self, and it was an orchid satin trim- med with silver lace, quite unsuit- able for a young girl, but Nina let her have it, recalling how she and I had once saved our allowances to buy some black boots with great white buttons which our parents re- fused us, and how we had salvaged our mothers’ discarded taffeta petti- coats and worn them in secret. March Awake betimes, and off 17th «108 barrister’s to make my will, so flustered that when he read “being of sound mind,” I did have my doubts. And after a space, the recurrence of the word “beloved” did cause me to speak out, there being no cause to apply it to my cozen Jane, with whom I get on ill, and to whom I am bequeath- ing our grandmother’s jewelry only under the strictest family compul- sion. Perhaps it were better, though, had I-let it stand, for I am sure it would cause Sam to laugh outright - at the reading, however great his grief. .. .To luncheon at an inn with Amy, and she did order lamb steak with Chinese artichokes, merely be- cause the vegetable was new to her; but they served her Brussels sprouts instead, which she loathes, and as she cares little for lamb, the poor wretch made out badly. . . .To a prize fight in the evening, the most mixed semblage that ever I was in in my life. And my attention was so taut, and my fear of their hitting each other in the jaw so great, that when I left the place every tooth in my head aked. : B.L. Brittle VERYTHING is brittle now From a bit of orchestration To a soon-forgotten vow; Limitless the application. Poems and philosophies, Editorials and fiction, Almost any kind of wheeze, Dogmas, arias and diction. Nothing’s hectic any more, Nor intriguing—not a tittle! What was so described before Now is brittle, brittle, brittle! E. W. B. ———__ “How badly you're looking in your new hat, darling! Aren’t you feeling well?” comicbooks.com