Life — May 31, 1923 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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LIFE First we 1 5 {ast evering and you say why that w that was my wife, then— sing Hot. Time sn, the Old Town, then was that indy I saw you with no lady, I say why {am amazed at you, do you, mean do stand out here before this Telligent ‘audience and Say ‘that was no lady, that was i my, you are stupid, in fact’ youre so think you know George Wash: ington’ dead, do. s, sag. George washingean Ididnit even he was sick, You say a rat jumped out of my stove Gea tea ey ek out of my range, the: ery, we go ints thes” There Ought to Be a Law Against This 6 O, sir, I never drank a drop before Pro’bition, but I'll drink it every chance I get now.” “Same here, they can’t tell me what to drink and what not to drink.” “Never drank a drop before 1918, but I been on some swell toots since then. I’m gonna drink it every time I get a chance now, you bet.” “Yeh, just the idea of the thing, tellin’ you what to drink and what not to drink.” “Pro’bition’s a joke. Lotsa peo- ple, like myself, never tasted the stuff before and now they lap it up every time they get a chance.” “Sure, who wouldn’t object to being told what to drink and what not to drink? I would.” “Me, too, I'll drink it whenever I get a chance.” “Same here.” “Nobody can tell me what to drink and what not to drink.” “Me neither.” “Tt’s just the idea of the thing. Take me, f’rinstance. I never tasted the stuff before Pro’bition and— “Yeh—and now you'll take it whenever you get a chance. Huh?” “You bet.” “Me, too.” “Same here.” JA. WE admire the restraint of the United States Supreme Court in not ruling that Congress has the power to vote the whole world dry. Art—with a Capital “A” HERE is a great deal of Art strewn around the streets these We have Art Furniture, Art ms, Art Theatres, Art Plumb- ing Fixtures and Art Shirts. Every manufactured object that meets with popular approval is “a work of Art.” The height of culture, however, has been attained in the Grand Central Station, in New York, where a portrait gallery has been installed for the benefit of those traveling salesmen who have a lit- You eS tle spare time between trains. This innovation gives rise to the hope that we shall soon be able to con- secrate all our temples of com- merce to the worship of Art, and we may expect to see schedules like the following in the art sections of our artistic newspapers: Monpay (9 a. M. to 5 Pp. M.)— Exhibition of sculptures by Ivan Mestrovic in foyer of Crane Valve Company’s sales headquarters. Tuespay (3:30 p. M.)—Recita- tion of modern French impression- istic music in That Unique Barber Shop, Hotel Empire. WepbneEspay (between 10:45 and 11:30 a. M.)—Readings from Go- gol and Andreyev in the Mott Ave- nue station of the Bronx Subway. Tuurspay (from 5:15 Pp. mM. on)—Demonstration of Greek poise by pupils of the Helen Moller School of Dancing in the Della Robbia room, Frank Campbell’s Funeral Parlors. Fripay (after 2 p. mM. or before 6:30 a. M., at the pleasure of the instructor )—Public view of Paul Gauguin’s South Sea studies in the swimming pool at the West Side Y.M.C. A. SatTurpay (any time from 1 to 11)—Performance of Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” by the Keith Boys’ Band in the safe deposit vaults of the Merchants and Me- chanics National Bank, In this way, we shall be able to keep Art before the public. We shall familiarize them with the masters in music, literature, paint- ing and sculpture. Perhaps, some day, our fellow citizens will even be willing to welcome Art into their homes. Who knows? Robert E. Sherwood. comicbooks.com