Life — September 18, 1924 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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The Prince Shops s A men’s furnishing shop, into ich the Prince of Wales has wandered, possibly but not probably without equerry, aides, attendants or publicity. HE PRINC I'd like a_ plain bow tic, please. ERK: They ain't wearin’ ‘em. Tue Prince: Who ain't? Tie Cirrk: Nobody ain't. Now, you lissen t'me, young fella, an’ I'll setcha right. (//e goes off and returns with a handful of colored—wery col- ored—bow ties.) | Whattaya thinka the Tue Prince: BI— blooming awful! Tue Crerk: Yeah? Well, you know who wears these? Tne Prince: Tre CrerK: who. Tne Prince: No. Prinsa Wales, that’s Not really! 3 You said it. And these is what chu want, young fella, Smattera fack, you're kindavva Prinsa Wales type yaself. Tue Prixc Oh, do you think so? Tue Crerk: Yeah, Not quite samuch as I am, f'rinstince, but there's How many athese here sure. a sajjestion. ya want? Tue Prince: But I want a plain black bow tie, not these colored ones. Tne Crerk: Be yourself, brother. I'm letting you on to what the Prince himself wears. The Prince, get me? The Prinsa Wales. Tue Prince: Edward Albert Chris- tian George Andrew Patrick David? Tue Crerk: —and not a movin’ pickcha. You said it, fella. I know. Now lemme wrap these up for ya. (Somewhat dazed, the Prince permits the clerk to do so.) Tue Prince: You guarantee these to be the Prince's own selection? Tue Crerk: Absolutely. y let me tell ya something. You look a pretty good guy, or I wouldn't slip ya this. Inside stuff—get me? Keep it under your hat. Tne Prince: Er—fire! Tue Crerk: Hardly a week goes by what the Prince don’t write me to tip him off about changing the fashions. Which I does, see? I tip him off— the Prinsa Wales. So you can't go wrong on these ties, fella. Tue Prince: .Oh, I see. very much, Thank you eflormeoon um Ale bea Se Alls hp LY enpe 3 Olt- S Enough te bulo a Rew CONCRETE GURKGL | THE CHILD THAT BROUGHT HOME THE Goops (Still ina daze, he takes himself off. Humming “What'll I Do?” the Clerk takes a miniature nail-file out of his rest pocket and diligently applies it to his nails.) Curtain Henry William Hanemann. Overhead 5 HY so depressed, Brown?” “The horrible cost of living, old chap: constant bills for materials, paint and shingling.” “What, house?” “No. Daughters.” HERE once was an American hus- band who lived within his salary, but that was before it was doubled, The Snob NCE upon a time there was a man who was very, very poor and who, on account of this extreme pov- erty, was avoided by all his neighbors. Indeed, his sole property consisted of a little mongrel puppy. However, as the years rolled by, the puppy grew to be a dog of wondrous talents and be- gan to perform all varieties of strange and astonishing tricks. The man, ac- cordingly, exhibited the dog upon the stage, and it was not long before the fellow had amassed a fortune. To-day he lives in the lap of luxury and cuts all his old friends. NED: Don't you think golf teaches you self-control ? Ten: No; it teaches my wife, comicbooks.com