Life, 1924-07-31 · page 14 of 36
Life — July 31, 1924 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page presents Mrs. Pops' Diary, a serialized humor column. The left illustration shows a street scene with three men in early 20th-century dress discussing fishing—one asking "Do you fish, doctor?" The doctor replies he fished as a boy but lost the habit as an angler. The right illustration, captioned "The Lass Who Loved a Fire Ladder Elopes," shows a woman on a fire escape ladder against a tall building. The diary entries humorously document daily domestic life and social observations. At bottom, a congratulatory note addresses "Bobbie Bass" on winning a swimming race ("nine seconds, flat"), appearing to be a humorous reader acknowledgment typical of Life magazine's interactive style with its audience.
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* LIFE * Nes Pops Diary Jul No sleep did I have on the iY night before this day through 31st 2 suffering from an acute malady of the stomach so severe that on several occasions | did fear that my time had come, lamenting even in my agony that death should have o’ertaken me before I had a chance to w my new black Milan hat, but I managed to live until the dawn, when Sam set out for our chirurgeon and a trained nurse, and they brought back Mrs. Seely tom and the first question I asked her was if she could read the future from cards, and T was cast down when she said she could not. But she is adept at cooling the brow and rubbing alcohol into the skin, matters which her training school doubtless deemed more pertinent to her profession than soothsaying. Inasmuch as at 4 a. M. I believed I had no future at all, I had a great desire of a glimpse into the one, however brief, that had been vouchsafed me. So Sam telephoned Eugenia Seabury, who came at once with her famous pack, and I that there are two sorts of cards in it now, and she responded that she had long since worn out the short journeys and the Prince Charmings. Talking ly with Samuel, August i i hi to keep my mind off my wretched and he complained of an aching tooth which he must have relieved at once, adding insides, “po YOU FISH, DocToOR?” “I DID WHEN I WAS A BOY, BUT TO-DAY AS AN ANGLER I'M AFRAID I'VE LOST CASTE.” iT See \e a A SS Sa V/A 7 N =S SA ~ = we Vp S Ww Y THE LASS WHO LOVED A FIRE LADDIE ELOPES that his hatred of the dentist is such that he wished he were like the poor who are alw saving up money for the future repair of their teeth and never achieving it. We talked of this and that, including how the Richardsons’ groom had taught one of their dogs to hunt by leading him off on a long rope, jumping up in a tree and letting go the leash. When I marked my surprise that Cora Richardson is older than I am, Sam replied, Nobody is younger than you are—not even little Jimmie Edgecomb. But I thank God that I have not a husband like hers, who is so jealous of her that he goes about sulking if he learns that she has eaten the first soft-shell crabs of the season with somebody else. Baird Leonard. In Good Form OBBIE BASS (as Willie Flounder wins swimming race): Congratu- lations, Willie! You did it in nine seconds, flat. comicbooks.com