Life — September 20, 1923 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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LIFE ‘September Lay late, reading up the back magazines, and 14th got into so great a gale over a story of Scott Moncrieff’s in the London Mercury that I did expect to sob before nightfall. But it was about an amateur printer who set up a business called “Go, Lyttel Boke” which lasted through one edition which she her- self bought up through having spoiled so many copies. It recalled the time when, waiting for service in a New England antique shop, I did glance at the window and see its name to be “Ye Treasure Trove,” whereupon I tip- toed out with such stealth that the proprietress, coming in at last from the rear room, did mistake me for a thief. A little quaintness goeth not only a long way with me, but considerably too far....Kate Mitchell to luncheon, telling me of her disgust at Jack's indifference to what he eats when she is at such pains to assemble Lucullan fare, and how it had caused her to have an entrée pre- pared of library paste mixed with peppers and pimentos and garnished with parsley, which he had eaten down without even raising his eyebrows. If she had made the same experiment in beverages, methought, ‘the result would have been different, but I did not say so....In a great rage this day, forasmuch as the order clerk could not understand L’Ange Déchu or Vierge Folle when I was struggling to buy some perfumes by telephone, nor could I bring myself to translate them into Fallen Angel and Foolish Virgin, for had she not heard of them she would have thought me trifling with her....Bob Evans to dine with us, saying that he lad applied for a pass to meet Lucy Bentley’s boat on the grounds that he is her sor! Wea ot ~ fiancé, and what the customs officials will think of her I know not, forasmuch as Nat Brown told them the same thing. Off early with Marge Boothby to shop for September her new quarters, and before we were half 15th through with tints and measurements we had both decided that the savage who lives in a tent has greater wisdom than his civilized brother, becaise a chintz which will make up only one way can mean naught in his life. And one decorator did recount to us how a French noblewoman, on a recent visit to this country, had been impressed with our porch hammocks above ail things and had ordered dozens of them sent over as gifts to her friends. My servant Emilie, hearing of this later, did vote in the same connection for American rockin chairs and coffee pots, albeit my own conviction is that what the French people really need is a few good orches tras...Had dear old Mrs. Agnew for bridge this after noon, thereby qualifying for a citation for merit, for sh does make such remarks as, Lots of people would bid hearts on this hand, but I’m going to pass, and she wants to lower the stakes, already modest enough whenever she gets behind....Sam and I still undecided about going so great a distance to see Ida Alexander married, and when I did tell him this night that my in- clination to go was based entirely on the fear of missing something good, he did respond that my mother’s wedding is the only thing I have missed so far in this life. Baird Leonard. Lady Centaur: MY HUSBAND FELL AND BROKE HIS LEG. I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO SHOOT HIM. comicbooks.com