Life — August 28, 1924 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ILTEE Little Moments with Great Families At Buckingham Palace OR MARY: Pa, oh, Pa, you and Eddie come right down to breakfast now or it'll be gettin’ cold. | e, I don’t know what's the matter with those two. epin’ their heads off, while a body’s cookin’ herself to a crisp over a hot stove—oh, here they are. Draw up your chairs and set down. Prince or Wates: Like fun I will, I'll take mine standin’. Kine Georce: Kin I have the syrup for these here hot don’t be so impatient. Here I work my fingers to the bone, an’ scrimp an’ try to save by makin’ all my own hats, an’ here, on Del day off, too, you go rantin’ an’ ravin’ about syrup....Eddic, what's this Lady Mainwaring was tellin’ me the other day about you runnin’, around with that pert young Cholmondeley- Chichester baggage over Winchester way? Prince: I dunno, Ma. What was she sayin’? Queen: Well, it was just the other day—she was over to have me show her how to put some tucks on that old yellow georgette of hers—an’ I do declare I wouldn't be found dead in it—an’ she says, “Mary,” she says, “I hear your oldest boy is gallivantin’ around with Sadie Chumley- Chister.”. Well, it just took the breath right out of my body an’ I says- Prince: Aw, it wasn't nothin’, Ma. I'd been out ridin’ A WOMAN’S IDEA OF A PERFECT POCKETBOOK Jack, the big gray, an’ | was settin’ in the middle of the road, an’ Sadie come along on her way to the Ladies’ For eign Mish'n’ry Society meetin’, so I ast her to the movies instead, an’ afterwards we had a sody at the Claridge. Kinc: Ma, kin I have some syr-— Queen: Oh, do hush up! Well, Eddie, I’m certainly glad there’s nothin’ between you two, because if I do say it as shouldn't, I do think you could do better than Sadic although I'd certainly rather have her in the family than any of those American acteresses down to the Bijou that folks say you been keepin’ company with. I sh’ think after your poor gran'‘pa— Prixce: Oh, Ma, I'm so sick of hearin’ about Grandpop. Honest, Ma, I ain't figurin’ on settlin’ down an’ gettin married. I ain't got time. Queen: Well, I surely am relieved to hear that, Eddie. though I don’t say but what it wouldn't be all right for you to marry some nice, quiet, church-goin’ gal, because of course we aren't any of us gettin’ any younger, an’ some day you'll be the man of the house, an"—— K Ma, kin I— Queen: Oh, do be still! Tip Bliss. Unconscious Humorists OING to be pretty slow around here from now, isn't it?” said the last boarder as he took his leave. “Oh, well,” replied Farmer Brown, “when things get too Little Eskimo (on September 3rd): coopy! coopy! 17 dull we've always got the picters of the lady guests in their LOOKS LIKE A WHITE CHRISTMAS. knickerbockers to fall back on for amusement.” comicbooks.com