Life — November 27, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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WHY BREAKFAST WAS LATE SUNDAY MORNING Abed all the morning Nosertber wishing vaguely that I were in some other place, preferably Rome, and suddenly I re- membered that when I was there two years ago I did not cast a penny into Trevi's Fountain, an action which they do say insures a traveller's return at some future date, and the fear that there may be something in pagan super- stition so seized me that I was forced to arise and interview my cook in order to banish the disturbance from my mind....To tea at the Irvin Cobbs’, finding there Charlie Benedict and his wife Zena and a Mrs, Talbot of In- dianapolis, all very merry, and Charlie, for no reason which anybody could fathom, asked Mr. Cobb if he ate spinach, and, receiving a passionate response in the negative, added feebly, Well, it’s very good creamed, whereat all laughed more heartily than if he had made a real jape. Sam quoth, You talk like a man who has gone in for truck gardening, but Zena took up C.’s cocktayle glass and put it on the dis- tant tea table....The evening gone over Count Boni de Castellane’s “How I Discovered America,” the naivest book that ever I read in my life. November A great box of roses ar- 26th riving with my breakfast tray did remind me that this is Lydia Loomis’s birthday, against which I had provided no suitable memento, so I did wire her my felicita- tions, adding, Present following. I shall give you two years more on that system, said Sam, who overheard me. That is the threat you made to John and Valina Griggs when Ann was mar- ried on the fourteenth of August, and as yet I have not been summoned to come and regard something which you would fain keep for yourself. So up and off to a shop and bought Ann a small French purse of silver beads, which is useless-looking enough to be desirable. I also took pains to buy one for myself, to even up with my hus- band....This night we did have tickets (Continued on page 29) As It Might Have Been IR WALTER RALEIGH was cautiously experimenting with Vir- ginia tobacco when a strange creature— queerly clad and seemingly out of the future—appeared before him and ad- dressed him with familiarity. “Oh, man!” enthused the breezy one. “Jam the little old joy-pipe to the rim with the honest-to-goodness essence of contentment and take a long he-man’s pull. It’s dollars to doughnuts you'll tell the world you never knew what peace and happiness were before. Lean back. Shut the little old eyes in ecstasy Let the joy-smoke trickle along the tongue. Blow it out gently, reluctantly, and only because there is a fragrant supply in the little old joypipe to take its place. Ain't it the life? You'll say so. Oh, Sir Walter! Oh, man!” The strange figure from the future vanished, dissolved in blue vapor. Sir Walter Raleigh shcok himself, blinked, and looked at the pipe which an Indian had given him. “Odslife!” he cried. “And if that be the effect that smoking hath upon one, better to leave it to ye savages.” So saying, he filled his pipe with strong soapsuds and began blowing bubbles instead A. H. F. Preliminary “WHERE'S Bill going with the “ar?” “To a matinee.” “But there's no morrow.” “He's got to find a place to park, doesn’t he?” matinee till to- Spider: 1 DON’T LIKE THIS HOUSE. IVs TOO DARN NOISY, comicbooks.com