Life — June 14, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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LIFE It Looks Nice in the Movies HE Sheik, in the film, grabbed his victim And lugged her away to his tent, Where his subsequent actions were flagrant infractions Oi every known rule for a gent. But Saydie, observing him, murmured, While she blushed to the brim of her hat, “\Well, maybe I’m sappy, but I could die happy If some guy would treat me like that!” Later on, when the movie was over, And Saydie was walking back home, With deserts dissolving and Arabs revolving In dizzying whirls through her dome, A shoe clerk tipped Saydie his kelly, \ttempting her progress to stop. “Say. beat it!’ snapped Saydie. “You bum, I'm a lady, Go on or [I'll yell for a cop!” Baron Ircland. The Unessential f wasn't the upkeep, but the initial cost that wor- ied me. Ultimately, of course, I found myself in the »wrooms of the largest second-hand automobile dealer in town. ° I have just what you want,” murmured the suave young salesman, leading me to a glistening car near hy “Barrel type head and cowl lamps,” said he. “Rolls- Rovee radiator. A beauty.” He touched the radiator with his pencil, to make certain that I did not look to the wrong place for it. “Triplex elastic steel bumper. Special body, newly repainted. Wonderful blue; a whale of a job. Superb upholstery. Loudest horn on the market. A conservative speedometer. Alto- gether a marvelous buy—the best in town, I should say. You can’t go wrong on it. It has everything a snappy job should have.” A thought struck me, not violently, but still with force sufficient to make an impression. ‘The engine,” said I to the superior young man. “The engine,” he repeated, blankly. It was evident that he was, as the saying has it, nonplused. “The engine,” I repeated, firmly, determined to non- plus him even more. The First Educational Film 1l “One moment,” he requested, and moved hurriedly away to confer with several brother salesmen. Finally, when the excitement had subsided some- what, my salesman returned. His expression was grave, his air dubious. “The engine,” I heard him mutter, as he walked to the car. After long hesitation he lifted the hood, slowly, with apparent reluctance. He peered there- under, silently, desperately. said he, and proud defiance rang in his . “Yes. It has an engine.” James K. McGuinness. A Standard Size for Shoes HE doctor on his round of golf was cross- ing the field with his small negro caddie, when the latter opened the conversation with, “Doctor, ain't you got some shoes up yonder in yo’ locker you don’t want? I needs some bad.” “Maybe so,” said the doc- tor. “What size do you wear?” “I dunno, suh, ’cause I ain't never bought none dat-er-way—I either kin git in “em, or I cain’t.” Movie Memoirs The First News Reel The mayor lays the corner stone of the Orphans’ Home during the spectacular oil well fire on Inaugural Day at the launching of the S. S. Wombat during the Rose Carnival at Pasadena. The First Tear! comicbooks.com