Life — September 6, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Nes Reps Diary Up in high over an inquiry on the 31st first post from the Treasury Department, for how should I know if I owe the govern- ment $2.86, when Sam's clerk did all my figures and swore me to them? Yet I must needs forward a cheque straightway if I do not want to be writing letters the rest of my life and having strange young men come to interview me. .Off with Marge Boothby to mark the progress of her ment, but we found the walls scarce begun, to Marge’s wrath, the 5 painter telling her that he had started out as she bade him but the result looked so funny that he could not bring himself to go on without consulting her again. Whereupon Marge coldly ordered him to proceed, and then we to her house, where she showed me the stuff for some hangings and upholstery, and it reminded me of what covered kitchen tables when I was a child, so I said so, But Marge enjoined me not to divulge the secret, forasmuch as she did not want the entire town to profit by her ingenuity. Lord! how is it that seme women can achieve a Louis Quinze interior at an must pay for three or four attempts before getting anything even Marge did also confide to me that she had chosen tirm to move her solely because of the inscription on en dudgeon August new apart- and it was exactly that. outlay of six or seven dollars, while I, poor zany passable? Curate: MAY THE MINISTER ALWAYS KISS THE BRIDE AFTER PERFORMING THE CEREMONY? Old Clergyman: YES, BUT NOT TOO LONG AFTER. Young THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE Lt its stationer. Many men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous difficulties. But I am glad she is making the change, however great the bother, for it has decided her to be rid of her ancestral bronzes, as hideous objects as ever I saw, and I must have ruined But I said naught, hairnets costing little, thank God, and I do think that the man who contrived them did more for our sex than Susan B. Anthony. fifty hairnets on the horseman with the arrow. Talking with Samuel about going to the coun- September «and we decided against it, nor do I think Ist we shall week-end any more this year, except with the extremely rich. hot, there is small point in going where we are less com- fortable than at Few guest have baskets, and the rural ice supply is a scandal. > we fell to Russian Bank, Sam all a-twitter at being so profligate thus early in the day, and when he was three games ahead, he did shout that he must cease to mix a cup for luncheon out of his last bottle of Rhenish wine, which he has opened But I hold my peace, crediting him with a poor memory as well as a fear that I shall demand more gone swiftly in deep and pleasant topi and we did decide, for one thing, that we would not revert to the days of our youth for any consideration soever, and that no one else would, neither, unless he were a failure in life or a rank --Poor Jack Mitchell to dine with us, a-telling how he had fallen off his horse at the last Squadron drill. And when quoth, Were you perfectly sober? he did respond, Yes, that was probably the reason. Baird Leonard. For unless the city be unbearably home. rooms scrap in my behalf no less than six times this season. - The afternoon discourse on many sentimentalist Sam Natural Selection IPPOPOTAMUS MOTHER ‘(to her favorite son): You may love her, but does she know anything? Hippy: What difference does that make, mumsie? is a perfect eight hundred and thirty-six. She OLF is about the only chance left for trianism. e pedes- comicbooks.com