Life — May 24, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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May 17th All by myself this day to see “The Covered Wagon,” a motion pic- ture setting forth the bravery of our American pioneers, and so moved and thrilled by it that I wept slightly out of one eye- throughout the entire action. And when a woman behind me remark- ed contemptuously to her compan- ion that she considered it overher- alded and that it grossly exaggerat- ed the hardships of the 49ers, I was at some pains not to turn around and tell her that her knowl- edge of American history appeared to be as small as her heart... . By taxicab afterwards to this shop and that, and at our flor- ist’s I did encounter Thornton Swift, who told me I had the dirti- est face that ever he saw in his life on an individual over ten years of age, whereupon he washed it for me at a flowing fount, and I told him, somewhat against my. will, that it was doubtless caused by the conjunction of my lorgnette with the patriotic tears I had shed. And when I reached my cab again, I re- proached the driver for having let me go into so many places with so besmirched a countenance. Seldom do I catch sight of myself in a cas- ual publick mirror without think- ing, Lord! how long have I looked like this? But I suppose it is thus with every woman. May Up and about at the 18th break of day, resolved, as I aiways am on such infrequent occasions, to rise thus early for the remainder of my life, “What did you get for your birthday, little girl?” “Nothin’—never got anything since the first one, an’ then I only got born.” albeit I-know full well that I shall probably go to the other extreme on the morrow. . . .Barbara Charles of Boston to luncheon with me, and she told me how her husband was . going about on crutches from the gout, and when I asked why so (Continued on page 30) “Come and get it!!!” The Country Is Such a Restful Place HE country is such a restful place. There are seldom more than a dozen dances a week in the coun- try. And one always feels able to drink so much synthetic gin. The local roadhouse has such a restful air. It stays open all night. The beach parties are so restful. Especially those that last till the following morning. And the afternoon teas are so restful, too. There are always so many rounds of cocktails. Then, the week-enders are such restful people. After the city, they naturally crave rest. And there’s so much of it in the country. There’s bridge, dancing, picnics, dinner parties, lunches, fétes, fan- cy-dress affairs, moonlight bathing and—oh, so many ways to rest. Really, the country is such a rest- ful place. comicbooks.com