Life — October 25, 1923 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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LIFE October Roused early by the painter, come to make 18th the annual reparations, and he had a paper in his hand setting forth that he should do this and that about the premises, but saying naught about the blemish left by the removal of a sconce, which two or three strokes of his brush would have set right, nor was he for touching it, neither, forasmuch as it was not nom- inated in the bond, so that I had to sound his chivalry in order to overcome his trades-union scruples. Lord! things are come to a pretty pass when gentlemen must wax almost flirtatious with artisans to keep their dwellings shipshape, and in spite of all the talk and printed matter, I know not whether capital or labor is in the right of it. There be two sides to every question, I daresay, but it would be easier on simple intelligences like mine own if their differ- ence were not so extreme....This day my servant Emilie did discover three gray hi too, but after some reflection I resolved to regard their appearance as a phenomenon and not as a harbinger. irs in my head, and adjacent, October A note on the morning post from Bob Whiting 19th saying that my Samuel, who is in Chicago on business, had dropped in to see him, which he considered handsome inasmuch as Sam's wife could find no time to direct a scratch of her pen in his direction. And he wanted to know if there were any truth in Sam’s that he was taking tea now for breakfast through the fear that coffee would keep him awake at the office....All the day gone in shopping, and I did linger statement long in Macy's basement, which fascinates me more than the Louvre, laying out an enormous sum on housewares which I shall bitterly regret on All Saints’ Day, but I am helpless before novelties in dessert molds and mechan- ical chopping devices, albeit I know well that cooks rele- gate them to the rear shelves and proceed with a spoon and knife. Home barely in time for dinner, and with my feet so weary that I longed to follow the Biblical injunction about an offensive eye. Lord! I have spent so much time in the shops of late that when I ring our elevator now I glance up for a light to indicate which way it is going. Up betimes, somewhat dubious about the weather inasmuch as I could smell no choco- late, for when the wind comes from the di October 20th tion of the Huyler factory, approaching rain is a certainty, So I stopped home until it was time to go to Charlotte Bishop's for luncheon, and there I found a great company a-ragging C. Farr, the chirurgeon, because he had never heard of F. Walton, the dancer, but I could see naught s astounding in that, and found it, in fact, so refreshing that I demanded to be placed next him at table. And Charlotte, before we fell to cards, did take me up to show me her new dog, Simon called Peter, and when I asked why she had given him such a name, she quoth, In order to award a handsome prize to the first who does not ask me the reason. Baird Leonard “SHE DIDN’T ASK MAMMA IF SHE COULD GO OR ANYTHING.” comicbooks.com