Life — July 3, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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MR. THE FOURTH IN TIMBUCTOO G. RAFF IS COMMANDEERED AS A HITCHING-POST FOR THE DISPLAY. PYROTECHNIC LIFE There and Back E idea of Detours is a little hard to make out. As I understand it, they originated in the mind of Alfred J. Detour, the inventor, who had made a small name for himself on the Con- tinent as a designer of ground-plans for labyrinths. His quaint conception of an endless circle getting nowhere in particular was encouraged by a clique of backwoods farmers, who wanted to throw a little more business their way. Your auto party sets out bright and early, to avoid the other cars, which have all set out bright and early for the same reason. The first Detour sign swings the entire line off to the right, and from then on the fun, so to speak, begins. “Henry, that car ahead has taken the dirt road over the hill.” “Let him; help it.” “Mamma, the car behind us has turned off to the left,” from little Gladys in the rear. “Henry, hear what said?” “I don’t care what she said!” Ominous silence, during which the road grows bumpier and bumpier, and there is not another car to be seen. “Haven't you lost the way?” Silence. “Henry, way?” Mamma, that left turn—' ingly Silence. Suddenly a broad asphalt stretch looms ahead, and the master at the wheel glides onto it in triumph. It is short-lived. “Mamma, look where we are!” in a scream of delight. “What did I tell you, Henry?” and so on. Henry looks up, dazed, from the wheel and discovers he is riding placid- ly past his own doorstep. Later the picnic lunch is taken out and consumed in the back-yard, with appropriate re- marks (including “Yah hah,” “I told you!” “Nyeh!” and “If you'd listened what I told you——") until Henry strangles his wife. It is all very sad. Corey Ford. I can’t did you Gladys are you sure this is the appeal- The Humorist I LAUGH, for ever, in my sight, One foot is left, the other, right; One goes the way I want to go; The other ever leads me so By bypaths devious, indirect, That people never would suspect, To some fresh glimpse, or unseen hill, While others plod the highways still. The Right rules both sides, as a rule; I turn to left, am dubbed a fool: But, oh, the glimpses of delight That come from going left, not right. For it is the left-handed twist That makes the happy humorist! Harry Kemp. “JUST BEFORE THE BOTTLE, MOTHER” Lirt’s Fresh Air Fund Liye’s Frese Ax Fox has been in opera- tion for the past thirty-seven years. In that it has expended $271,448.33 and has given a fortnight in the country to 45,925 foor city children. Cont utions, which are acknowledged in Lire about three weeks after their receipt, should be made payable to Live’s Faesit Ain Funo, and sent to $98 Madison Ave., New York City. Previously acknowledged Partridge, Vite bts, Mass. B. ford, Mass: w Bed Eve Wilson, YN. Y. Cit, oy: Mrs. J. E. Thiell, Rockford, Ill: Mc. Willem A. Leeber, Bryn lawr, ‘Arlington lorrow, Holyoke, Mass. Dr. Loe Ww. Barber, Ardmore, “he M. Conger,” “Princeton, foward it Pele /. City Mrs. F, George, yatertown, N.Y. Dorothy H. Armstrong, Albany, 383 8 seseess Mrs. Hen, 0.1 Havemeyer, Mab: wah, ae Anonymous, Olean, N.Y! Cash, Danville, IN: (Continued on page 31) ne comicbooks.com