Life — August 28, 1924 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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LIVE: Published Weebly by Life Pal, Co.. at $98 Madison Ave 5.00. Vi No, 2182 August 28, 1924. Rotered St New York, N.Y. under the act of March 3, 1819. Printed ta t Oitice Dept. Carnie, Copyrice' Yellow Butterflies In the baking dust of the country road, Midsummer noon, A hundred lemon triangles Zach poised on a point, ‘© motion, You step toward me, The air fills with fying gold, Yellow wings make yellow waves, My eyes swim with a shimmering yel- low fluttering. M. Cc, Boggs Obliges Wuex the Behemoth docked, 1 went down to welcome my s. Boggs had been in En; last two months, and I was anxiou to see what it had done to him, Lt ex pected at the very least a Cockne accent and a remark about the jolly old tub’s arrival on siedule time “Hello, Bi 2" L said. "What sort of trip did you have?” “Some trip!” twanged Boggs heartily. Cool to cold! | vse. tm ess gm at are wig now? Some guys, believe me! Some To drink ginger ale at its rarest and on ae tts (RROD 1 best is to drink Clicquot Club Ginger ; ag Ale and to drink it cold. What a hypersensitive nature, 1 said nothin “Glim yer optics on that there head shimmery, deep, rich gold it is! What : Chea lid,” continued “Some hatch! a satisfying ginger tang and life and a} From the queer little round hat, my sparkle it has! ier eyes strayed in amazement to the huge Ps . i : tortoise-sheli_ goggles. I thence to his uc) pinger ale was 0 A unbehevable ature. mehow that r- Such ginger ale was never meant t believable atti how that I be swallowed at a draught. It should. pe. : c ror of padded shoulders, pinched waist, be lingeringly enjoyed. Some like it “~*2- aig Neeser oes id Danby shies w chilled, that it yield its uttermost flavor +) > inane hana uno meow NE 3 . 6 seen them before on any living soul, to them. Some like the cold ice to clink anil vet against the glass and nubble against 2 fh 1 “Yep, sirrce;” Boggs was bellow the lips... i when [ recovered from my daze, ie 3 a3 burg, lil ol’ Ruler George's joint But however they like it, they all dike it. Some back-timber gang of never wuz- They can stick to this drink and come back - worst Shyserag Nit! Nix! Say to ittime and time again. That's why they be back here in God's country we feeds like it as well as they do. Order by the case ~Sbigger ‘morsels than them to the spring from your grocer, druggist, or confectioner. ; frys. Talk ‘bout unhurried! Why, that there Westminister Abbe ain't even THE CLICQUOT CLUB COMPANY > got a moovie show into it! An’ as fer MILLIS, MASS. U.S. Ae . ; real glad-stuff—gosh-dinged downright grin-provokers—them red-coats is still sittin’ snug with Methuselah! [aims oe U wise you up that th’ only real whang- down comic sight what assailed these weary peepers was Queen Mary. Some dame! Some guys! Some—~" PRONOUNCED KLEE-KO And with that, Boggs sank back, ex- hausted. It was pitiful. “There, there, old man,” I said h- ingly. “I understand, Out of an exag- 4 gerated sense of duty to your English Cucgust Gut hosts, Boggs, you've transformed your- SARSAPARILLA self into the typical American of their humorous ma; —a sweet, ju r smooth, yet sparkling . “Exactly,” sighed Bo; drink. rad crea fo in er (= dered. “God knows, it’s been fright- called Black Cow, fully wearing, but they all seemed to and it’s good! | expect it of me.” G.R. comicbooks.com