Life — July 10, 1924 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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LIFE - | A BRIDGE ACROSS THIS | | / I'VE GOT A NOTION NoT To wait!” CNcs Reps Diary Up betimes, and after my: coc failure with jellicd soup, it having been pos- sible to cut with a knife that which she served. us last night; but she vouchsafed that she had done only what she could, so now, my own culinary ability beir naught, I do think of writing to Mrs. Knox herself for in- ormation, Then did Grace Aiken come in, all a-twitter over an unkind letter she had received, and de- sirous that I should dictate her reply, if ; but as the only possible re- sponse was to call the writer a fool, profancly qualified, Grace did derive small solace from my counsel. 2. Dora Homer to luncheon, and we fell a-talking of our class reunion last month, and how our feet had not stopped aching yet, and D. said she re- membered naught of mathematics save that a straight line is the shortest dis- tance between two given points, which had been impressed on her in her youth because the streets of Northampton were so steep and haphazard that she had been forced to make her head save her heels by cutting across lots when safe from detection. My husband off at the break of dawn with his golf cronies, but this is a day whereon I do keep strictly at home, for albeit I do reverence the patriotic spirit (Continued on page 31) Cured HATE the word “exotic”; it always makes me think Of freaky, sneaky damsels in sickish purple-pink, Of figures out of drawing and features on the blink; Of Eastern scents and savors, of chins that backward slope, Of sprawly, crawly curtains, and esoteric dope, Of ghastly-hued cosmetics, and funny-smelling soap; Of foggy, brooding dramas and verses full of bosh, Of vague, synthetic morals, and creeds not made to wash, Of misanthropic music and sybaritic slosh; Of symbolistic paintings, of corners dimly lit, Of miasmatic egos, each bent on being It, Of overripe xsthetics, and clothes that never fit. I'm off the allegoric stuff, I've canned the soulful pose; I'm all fed up with candle-light and cabalistic shows; I’m through with super-subtleties and culturistic woes. I'll banish with an icy shower cach languor tommyrotic T'll eat with zest my frugal meals, all nickel-in-th An artless, happy philistine—I hate the word * Corinne Rockwell S An Unfinished Story "TALKATIVE BALLOONIST (finishing story): And then, thousands of fee! ove the crucl ledges, I pulled the string that released me, knowing well that should my parachute fail to open I would dash my poor brains out on the rocks beneath, Ixterestep Lavy: And did i WRICH scems perfectly satisfied with himself.” Why, he's so prosperous that he talks of going back on a visit to his old home town.” “GOING AWAY FOR THE SUMMER?” “NO, FOR THE WIFE,” comicbooks.com