Life — March 26, 1925 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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AUTHOR OF PLAY GETTING THE EFFECT ON THE AUDIENCE OF HIS BEST SCENE The Connoisseur H! There's an antique shop, do let's go in. I \ simply adore antique shops. This one looks so cute, What's the name? Oh! Ye: “ Curlie Maple Shoppe.” Well, it sounds like a nut sundae to me, but Iet’s go in and look. I love to look....My, isn’t it cute? Look, Ethel, aren't those candlesticks sweet ?...Oh, good afternoon, we just want to look around a little... These candlesticks are sweet, Minnows, aren't they Oh, of course, how silly of me—dolphins! I knew it was some- thing fi Very rare? Is that so? Ethel, do you remember old Mrs. Grant who had that house next door to the Good- sons the summer we didn’t go to the shore? Well, she hada pair of candlesticks—I beg your pardon? Oh! No, I won't drop them, I was just telling my friend about a friend— well, she wasn't really a friend—I just knew her one summer—but she had a pair of candlesticks like these, only they weren't quite the same. I don't remember the color exactly, and I for- get just what shape they were, but I'm pretty sure they had dolphins on them. Would they be valuable? You'd have to see them? Oh, I thought you could tell from the description. These » pretty. Real vaseline? Petri- fied, I suppose. Oh! That's the color— how silly of me. No, I don’t know any- thing about antiques, but I simply love them. Oh! Ethel, isn't that a darling bu- reau? Th 1 it a long—something— what? She says it’s a highboy, and two hundred years old. I'd like to get that for Jim's room, but do you think it would wear well? That's a real cute clock. It’s a what? A banjo clock. Oh! That's spoilt it for me, I hate things that are made out of other things. Jim made a real cute ukulele out of a cigar box once, but, of course, that wasn’t a clock. Well—will you look at those chairs! are ¢ A SUGGESTION THE BOBBED-HAIR VEIL FOR MODERN BRIDES And I suppose some one will buy them! Why, when we were in Pennsylvania the summer I sprained my ankle, the farmer we got our milk from had chairs like that in his kitchen, What's that old bottle? Very early American—twenty dollars? Jim paid that much for one last week, and he nearly was a late American. Yes, the bottle was old, but the stuff inside wasn't. Oh, look at that cute glass paper weight. Isn't it darling! Oh, I'd love to have that. Look, Ethel, there’s a little man inside it and a little house....Oh, look—when you shake it there’s a snowstorm. Isn't it cute? Listen, Ethel, that would be just the thing for Jim’s sister's little girl, she has a birthday next month. Oh, Miss, I'd like this, please How much is it? One hundred dollars? One hundred— dollars? ~Well—er—well, d’ye know, Ethel, I don’t think it teould be so prac- tical to give to a child, she might break it—and, anyway, she lives in Ontario and sces plenty of snow. Well, I think we'd better be get along....It was a cute place, wasn't it Ethel? I love antiques. Of course, I wouldn't buy any, but I ¢ to look. Patricia Collinge. A Primer for the Pretty BEAUTY should be seen and not heard. It is all right for a beauty to know something if she doesn’t let on, There is no objection to a girl's smoking, unless it is unbecoming. Every beauty should have at least one other occupation. What do you care if no man quotes poetry to you by moonlight, as long as somebody calls you a “pretty little moron”? McC. H. Sox: I heard a funny story to-day Davcuter: Wait until our parents leave the room. comicbooks.com