Life — November 20, 1924 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Their Personal Relation THE old folks?” said the Success- ful Man. “Certainly I keep in uch with them. Why, in these won- erful days of modern science, I con- Jer any man who doesn't make the effort a miserable hound.” “Then they haven't lost their little as the saying is?” I suggested. », sir!” he replied. “Every chance I get, I send them a night letter, some- mes as often as every two weeks. \Vonderful thing, the telegraph.” “Isn't it?” I agreed, politely. “Know what I do on_ holiday: I ll them up on long distance, for a opy little three-minute visit. Won- 1 thing, the telephone.” “Quite so,” said I, “Oh, I keep in touch with them. The ight I made a speech at the Penguins’ Convention, it broadcast. The ks heard it. They said it was fine. \Wonderful thing, radio.” “Rather,” I declared. “Keep in touch,” he went on. “Say I had pictures taken last week, just o they how I look these was could sce Marvelous invention, photography,” [ volunteered, beating him to it. “You said it.” “And I suppose,” I continued, “every wow and then you hop a train and let ther a real look at you.” “What say?” he remarked, puzzled. “I mean,” I explained, “that you go hack home occasionally. Of course, it’s fine to receive telegrams, and to pick sur voice out of the assorted noises he telephone company throws in with \ long-distance message. It must have en a real thrill to hear you hundreds of miles away, speaking to your fellow Penguins, and I know your photograph Ss a genuine decoration to the mantel- piece.” “Sure,” he admitted, “I'm a good son.” “But ye do go back sometimes, don’t you?” I asked. “You go back and sleep in your old bed, and let your mother tell you how thin you are while she rushes off to cook everything in the house. And let your father poke you in the ribs and tell you how fat you are. And let them both get the neighbors in to brag about you—you in the flesh. They can see you, and hear you, and watch you—the real you. You do go back, sometimes?” LIFE “The wonderful inventions of mod- ern science—" he began. fodern science be blowed,” I said. “It's you, your own self, they want. Horace T. Pringle, in person; little Horric, Tell me, how often do accord them that privilege?” Well—uh—that is—” he stammered, “as a matter of fact...terribly busy, you know....[ haven't about twenty years!" you been home in Henry William Hanemann, A Crucial Moment LANSMAN (after a@ meeting): You cceme darn near bein’ the widow of a martyr to-night, Hepsy. His Wir zes alive! WI pened ? hap “The fiery cross fell on me.” BELIEVER IN 13 To a Young Lady Approaching on the Avenue NKLES like a slender reed, Tiny fect that trip so lightly, Very lovely form, indeed ; Sightly Motions, like a bird in grace, Plumage like a pretty po But, when I observe yi Golly! Suds MPATIENT CUSTOM laundry read Lauspeysta ir face— Is my No, sir, but we've got the bill done up for you VERY Chicagean’s secret ambition is to move to New York and not like it. STRANGERS WELCOME SIGNS comicbooks.com