Life — December 6, 1923 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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not ' Thankful this day for many things, in especial Nig that the redoing of my fur coat did not bank- ts rupt me, as I feared it might. And when I d Sam if he had cause for thanksgiving, he quoth, . that your Christmas present is bought and paid for. ich filled me with apprehensions, for if it be not a mond bracelet, I had liefer have a cheque, but I can do ht about it save compose myself in patience and pray it be not the new encyclopedia....My friend Marge thby, back from Hot Springs, did stop to see us on way from the station, and I beheld her with great satis- on. And she did entreat me to go with her on the mor- to a sale of hats she has wind of, but I dissuaded her such a piece of folly. Lord! I never yet have found t to my liking at a sale that was not on the table by take, and selling for forty dollars as usual....To the house this night to see “Spring Cleaning,” an amusing , but Miss Violet Heming gave me several uneasy nents through smoking her cigarettes to such short ends t I feared she would burn her fingers before the dialogue id allow her to reach an ash receiver. Nosaniber Several packages by the morning post, labelled 30th with injunctions not to open them before Christmas, and I pray that my curiosity will win its annual victory over my will power. One from Nora Clark, too, from whom I expected naught, so now I Visitor: must cast about for something for her....This day I was driven by the first female taxi chauffeur that ever I saw in this country, and she took me a square out of my way, too. But Lord! So might a man have done, without thank- ing me so politely for my fee, either....Kate Mitchell and I to luncheon at an inn, and Kate did tell me of how the Slocums had come from Scranton to stop with them and had so exhausted her that she had gone to the country for a week-end rest, and whilst she was away her guests had given a party and consumed all the liquor in the house. Which is what Sam would call “rather running it out.” Lay late, after an interview with my cook, pondering the absurdity of deciding at nine Saturday morning between braised celery and French peas for Sunday luncheon, but it is not for me to order the ways of civilization, and had I the lodge in a vast wilderness for which I long at such moments, I should probably be for quitting it within a week....At cards all the afternoon, gaining twelve dollars, which I mean to lay out on a new perfume, and then to dine with the Arnold Brun- ners. And Mr. Brunner did show me his brave collection of medallions, with The Marseillaise finely inscribed on the back of one of them, and I did think at first that the musick was wrote wrong, but found, upon going to the piano, that it was not—a great relief since I had been so witless as to speak of it. Baird Leonard, December Ist WHAT WAS HIS CRIME Warden: HE WAS CAUGHT WITH THE MILK OF A COCOANUT WHICH HAD FERMENTED. comicbooks.com™