Life — April 10, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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THE SKEPTICS’ SOCIETY THEY TEST THE THEORY THAT “ A WOMAN IS AS OLD AS SHE Looks!” Why He Didn't [7 was a well-known fact that Stuf leigh was an out-and-out glutton—that he would eat anything and everything at any time. Moreover, it was re- ported on the best authority that he had openly announced to the Billingates, that one ever the only reason he ever accepted their invitations was be- cause of their chef. However, at their st last week extremely sumptuous rep Stuffleigh touched 1 Not a sin delicacies, ta me f the countless were ° morsel though there pités and oysters on the half-shell and green turtle soup and lobster a la New burg and breast of guinea hen and wild caviar rice and alligator pear salad and ices and pastries of one touched Stuffleigh’s lips. It was 1 evening every variety a diet that or had he previously partaken of food elsewhere Oh, no. It was merely that the Bilin. gates had failed to invite him to dine C.G.S that he was on ar from it with them USTOMER (at Cup of coffee, plea CouNTERMAN: With or without? Customer: With or without what? CounterMan: Coffee. lunch counter) Up betimes, for a walk April through our neighbor n hood, and passing Mis tress Cora Scoville’s, did send up my name. Found her at work upon her “living” posters, and was ast ished at her ingenious system for keeping her myriad spools of silk orderly, the in side of her closet doors being equipped with racks to hold them, I do mean to have my own thus arranged before the weck is out, and to threaten the life of who any servant disturbs them, for Lord! domestic vandalism is such in this connection that were I to find a blue or silken thread in’ my basket when in need of it, the shock and surprise would unnerve me....To lunch at a publick with ith Kendall, she full of her trip to Europe and the beautiful objects she plans to buy there, but I doubt gravely if eventuality match her anticipation. I do remember how I swore to set forth after a lace tablecloth the minute I reached Paris, whereas in reality my first purchase was of pickles. So goes life only too And near us Sat a man and woman who ate stodgily brown often. alone saying ght to each other, causing ith to confide: If ever I marry, I shall ne converse with my spouse whilst we ai at home but save up everything to say until we are in publick, so that we may not appear incompatible. late, pondering m: April things, in especial L. tth . es Rochefoucauld’s state- ment that there is something in the adversity of our best friends that is not displeasing to us, and albeit me. thinks such cynicism would not hold in all instances, I am suffused with guilt when I reflect that I do not want Marge Boothby to recover her wretched little the loss of which is causing her h agony. Nor am I any foe of . neither. But this miserable ine has made a zany out of Marge, or has she owned it long enough to be past salvation....At dinner this night my hushand, poor wretch, did announce that if the exchange would enable him to eat scallions, he had liefer some the strength in his head went to his stomach, which God forbid! Reading all evening in Owen Johnson's “Blue (Continued on page 30) comicbooks.co