Life — August 28, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Our visit with the Smiths ended this day, so by train from Southampton to New York, still troubled that I did not whisper what I long for st into the ear of the great wooden Hercules at Canoe Inn, the rumor being strong that he does not fail sex in such behalf. But, Lord! I should have made a cctacle of myself clambering up to him. Nor am I certain st what my heart's desire is at the moment. I must con- it myself with the philosophy of Bernard Shaw, who s that there are two things in life—getting your heart's sire and not getting it, and that of the two, the former is to chosen, From the station to the boat to meet Lydia omis, Sam not accompanying me, nor do I blame him, r it was a tedious business waiting for L. to finish with customs, my only diversion being to speculate meanly to what she had brought me. And when she had suf- cd the inspection and paid a great duty, she learned, too », that the courtesy of the port had been granted her, and was at some pains to keep her from cutting her throat. Ann Andrews, the play-actress, in to chat with me August pee ies ae 26th this morning, and in browsing about the shelves she remarked, upon sighting Basil King’s The mquest of Fear, I read that, but it didn’t do me any od. I was just as scared when I got through it as I was fore....Our Aunt Caroline is in town for a few days, but « will not stop at our house, having gone of her own cord to an inn, I had liefer pay and find fault, she told m, than visit and have to look pleasant. Thus was I ckily at liberty to keep my luncheon appointment with ine Abbott, and found her more soignée than ever. Jane the one person I know with the unconscious ability to ike me feel like a step-child. So perfectly is she turned it, and so glittering her personality and conversation, that hen I am with her, though clad in my smartest raiment, feel certain there must be holes in my gloves, and that minute she will hand me over a pound of tea and a petticoat. Baird Leonard. y \ “SEE, DEAR; I JUST FINISHED KNITTING YOU A NEW GOLF BAG.” THE LOST CORD Latter-Day Household Hints NSIGHTLY gin stains on living- and dining-room furniture may be avoided by having friends do their drinking in the kitchen. Thoughtful hostesses are providing male house-guests with lapel badges whercon to print their names. This tactful device saves ladies the embarrassment of addressing the season before last’s husband as “George” when his” name is “Ted.” Mrs. Q writes to tell of her solution of the servant problem: “When I engage a maid I always specify un- cquivocally that I am to have Tuesday and Sunday nights out.” If only all housewives were so firm, This week’s prize for the most helpful hint—a hand- some double pinochle—goes to Miss Y. . of Rye, N. Y., for the following: “Women who do not know what to do with oranges left after making marmalade may be inter- ested in my discovery. I squeeze the juice from them, Mixed with gin in equal quantities, it makes an excellent and unusual drink.” Mrs. T.- has found a way to speed the parting guest, when speed is desirable. Whenever she has a perennial on her hands she waits until they are partners in bridge and then calmly and consistently trumps the guest's ace. It has never failed yet. James K. McGuinness. A World’s Record ‘I = put one over on that real estate agent.” “Sure you're not deceiving yourself?” “Positive. He told us our house was a five-minute walk from the station, and I do it every day in four.” comicbooks.com