Life — December 6, 1923 — page 56: what you’re looking at

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Rabbit: 1 SUPPOSE YOU HAD A WONDER- FUL TIME AT THE PARTY LAST NIGHT; DID THEY HAVE PLENTY TO DRINK? Opossum: OH, YES, BUT YOU KNOW I CAN'T STAND VERY MUCH—ONE DRINK GOES TO MY HEAD. : LIVE + Lutie at the Gown Shop By Beatrice Herford revolving stand): 1 don’t care for none of these, Ma. Ma: Now, Lutie, don’t you get im- patient—(to saleslady)—I want an afternoon dress for my daughter, she’s goin’ visitin’, Lutie: You don't have to go tellin’ every one that, Ma. Ma: I ain't. Lute: You told the gentleman we bought the suitcase from. M Well, I guess it’s just as well, Lutie, with all these suitcase mysteries goin’ on. SALESLADY: new. Ma: We wouldn't want nothin’ sec- ond-hand. That’s kind of cute, Lutie. Lutie: It 't cute enough; I don’t want no sleeves. Ma: Why, Lutie, you'd look just ] UTIE (looking at dresses on a Here’s something quite like one of them girls bathin’ in the Sunday paper. Lutte: Well, they’re cute, all right. I'd like to look like a Bathin’ Beauty. Ma: I don't think your Pa would like it, Lutie. . Lutie: He likes lookin’ at 'em, all right, in the Sunday supplement. Ma: Maybe he does once in a while, after church, but that ain’t sayin’ he'd like seein’ you in bare arms. SatesLapy: Here's a real stylish little gown, it’s greatly reduced, it has no sleeves, this little gown was forty- five dollars, it's only eighteen now, you can see it right on the tag, it'll look sweet on you, we'll slip it on. (She leads them to a corner partitioned off.) Lutte (surveying herself in the mir- ror): That fringe is grand. SavesLapy: Yes, that fringe makes the neck swell. Ma: Fringe gets into everythin’, tho’, but you wouldn't be eatin’ into it much, just wearin’ it afternoons, Lutie. I didn’t never get that tomato soup out of the fringe onto my dress I wore to that dinner up to Myrtie’s weddin’ that time. Lutte: Well, you’re so stout, Ma, half the time you don’t know what's onto your plate. Ma: How you talk, Lutie! know you spot awful yourself. (The saleslady brings in some more dresses and slips one on Lutie.) You Lutte: The beads is cute onto this one. Ma: Beads is all right if there's plenty on to start with, but if you was to wear that much, Lutie, there wouldn't be none onto it in no time. Lutte: I think this makes me look real slim. Sarestapy: It makes you look real flat to the back. Lute (taking the hand mirror): Yes, don't it? I know very well where I pretrude. Ma: You'd oughter diet, Lutie. Satestapy: Life ain’t worth living if you're pinned down to what you eat, is it? Lutte: I like that first one best with the fringe. (She slips it on again.) 1 like it better than any we seen to any of the other stores. Ma: Exceptin’ that one we saw into that glass case on the sidewal Lutte: Well, I ain’t a-goin’ to wear somethin’ that everyone’ lookin’ at and wonderin seen it before. Ma: Oh, Lutie, you're so suspicious. Saestapy: It’s real becoming to her. Lutte: Y Ma, I’m going to have this one. (The saleslady makes out the receipt.) Ma (handing her the money reluc- tantly) : Well, Lutie, I kind of hate your wearin’ those bare arms. Lutie: Now, Ma, you wouldn't think nothin’ of it if I was to the beach. Ma: Well, Lutie, you could look like a lady even if you was into the ocean. been standin’ where they Exploding a Myth “TS there a Santa Claus, Papa?” “No!” exploded Papa, “there cer- tainly ai And I'm not telling you this because I’m a_ high-minded guy, neither. But all these presents you got to-day, Papa bought you—do you get that?—Papa, with his hard-earned mazuma; and he’s not gonna have any bewhiskered fraud take away the credit that’s comin’ to him. This Claus gent is gettin’ away with too much—pre- tendin’ he’s givin’ ev'ry kid in the world a present! It's about time us parents got a little common gratitude!” you can’t eat your cake on ship- board and have it too. comicbooks.com