Life — August 30, 1923 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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:, | DON’T WANT To Copy. I WANT To CREATE Nes Peps Diary> “Lucile,” wrote: “The face the most fair to our v Is the one we encounter and lose in the crowd.” Lay late, reflecting on many things, such as what the Duncan sisters would like in adult raiment, how much salary the Governor of . and the great number of people in the world whom I do not and never shall know, albeit when I plan « party or make out a gift list my acquaintances seem as the sands of the sea....Kate Mitchell, lately returned irom Europe, to luncheon with me, and she did tell me how the numerous friends she encountered on the Con- tinent did greet her as casually as if they were in the Ritz lobby here at home. She remarked also a three day sojourn at Deauville, during which she was sick with anxiety for the welfare of her aged and ailing mother, vhom she had left behind in Paris with the strictest injunctions regarding caution and tranquillity, and how, when she drove up to her hotel on the night of her return, the old lady, in full evening dress, was just driving off to an appointment with some friends she had met during a iorbidden ramble. And Kate did fetch me a dozen Vernet handkerchiefs, very sheer, with what she declares to be my monogram embroidered handsomely in the corners. The telephone a-ringing early, and it was a stranger who had been given the wrong num- 24th ber, but his voice so pleasant and manner so agreeable that when he professed to be sorry I re- sponded, So am I. And it brought back a couplet from August which I once considered the finest poem ever ion allowed Albeit I do not entirely believe it....Troubled this day by fugitive thought of my autumn wardrobe, how this and that shall be fashioned, and when I told Samuel I wished we dressed like the ancients, in naught but a simple mantle girdled with a cord, he did respond that the sleeveless apparel worn in the street by so many of our young women struck him as a decided advance on the Greeks in both simplicity and revelation Off for Cape Cod, to stop with Barbara August meas it men and Charlie Russell, and distrait through- 25th out the journey, too, forasmuch as we could get no Pullman chairs and were forced to leave my great hatbox at the end of the coach where I could not keep watch of it. Lord! Why must I be so suspicious and uncomfortable in the matter of luggage? I check a trunk I bid a silent farewell to the contents thereof, and until it comes into my keeping again, I do suffer mental pictures of my best evening frock fluttering from a telegraph pole or my pet bonnet being worn by an express messenger’s wif This date marketh the last week-end in August, for which I thank God. Baird Leonard. For whenever comicbooks.com