Life — September 18, 1924 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Romance OU said you'd treasure every word I wrote, And in some scented sanctuary hide ch tender missive; every hurried note. You kept your pledge—that cannot be denied. Yet now, dear, I am ready to regret Such grave devotion as you made endure. My letters were not worth it—though, my pet. They'll help your breach-of-promise suit, I'm sure. KOM The Acid Test M: BODKIN is giving an applicant for a stenoyraphic position—she is young and pretty—an_ intelligence t recently devised by Mr. Bodkin’s very efficient efficiency fr. Bodkin is forty-cight, quite bald, with s cars and a seraggly mustache which even a spar- ow would disdain to rob for its nest... The personal ap- pearance of Mr, Bodkin is very important and should be kept carefully in mind, Mr. Bodkin has asked the plicant a twhole serics of questions and she er one correctly, Ile comes to the last two questions. Mr. Booxin (hopefully): Now here's one you ought to « able to answer. Is Naples the name of a motoreyek 1 disease, a song or a city? Youne axp Pretty Apriicaxt (also hopefully) + h— is a disease, Mer. Bookinx (fo himself): Oh, hell. (ile hurries on to he last to get it over with.) 1s “plebiscite” a word th has to do with medicine, politics, machinery or swimmi Indignant Better Half: FiNe LOTTA Usk you AkE, HENRY GLUMP! WILY, THEY COULDN'T EVEN USE YOU T’ TEST DEATH RAYS ON; NOBODY COULD TELL WHEN you was DEAD! YounG ann Pretty Apriicant: Er—swimming Mr. Bovkin: No! Youne axp Pretty Apriicant; Medicine! . Bovkin: No! Get out! Youne anv Pretty Appuicant: All right, I soil! get out But I'm going right to Mr. Bodkin and ask him whether I needed to have answered those silly questions. LEA ADS Mr. Bookix: I am Mr. Bodkin T a Ww ORD Youne ano Pretty Apriicant (who hus known this all OL the time, raising her eyes in beautifully feigned astonish- ment): No! Not rea Why, I was under the impres- sion that Mr. Bodkin a man at least forty and not at all distinguished-looking. Why, I thought I was talking to some distinguished young lawyer who gave these tests jor Mr. Bodkin or some young man just out of college who was getting material for a book. I never dreamt (and so on, and so on, and so on). (The curtain descends on Mr. Bodkin reflecting that when o such a : ye of human nature one shouldn't bother with things like intelligence tests, and the young and pretty applicant promising to begin work the first thing Monday morning.) Bertram Bloch, But the Woman Pays NSTRUCTOR IN SALESMANSHIP: And remember; it is as hard to sell a package of needles as to sell an automobile. “SOME AD, THAT! WITY, T REMEMBER HIM WIEN HE ONLY Voice rrom Reax or Ciassroom: Much harder! You HAD A BUSINESS CARD.” sell needles to a woman! comicbooks.com