Life — April 2, 1925 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE - 25 Song of Spring Cleaning "THE schoolboy dreams of bats and tops And swimming-hole 1 marshal forth my rags and mops And vacuum cleaners, and toasted wieners— On every bush the blossoms sprout, And blooming are the pussy-willows— 1 brush the dusty mattress out, And beat the pillows. The swallow sings his golden note For carly worms the robins fora And I must put my leopard coat In winter storage. ‘Through hidden pathways saunter pairs Of dreamy, spring-awakened lovers— | wrap my velvet parlor chairs In cotton covers. © Spring, though thirsty souls you slake, Though loud your belmy charms are choired, My porch needs painting, and you make Me very tired. Ellery Rand. Vrs, Blak (of Rapid City, U. HENRY, THAT CATHEDRAL IS FIVE Mr, AND THEY AIN'T FINISHED IT YET. Blah: YROBABLY A CASE OF OVERPRODUCTION PLUS HEAVY SALES RESISTANCE, A): THINK OF JT, HUNDRED YEARS OLD Confessional “C(O ERALD,” she sighed, “it is true that I love you, but I can never be yours.” The young man blanched. “Is it because I am poor, darling, while you are bedecked with jewels and garbed in costly furs, and ride in imported motors? Tell me, is it that?” A strained look came into the eyes of the beautiful: young woman; her fingers played nervously with the gold “tassels of the heavily brocaded couch. “Gerald,” she said at length in a voice that was little more than a whis- per, “it is time you knew. No, it is not that. Gerald, I—I—h: “A past?” he echoed dully. “Yes, Gerald, a scarlet, flaming past. A crimson—nay, a purple past. Gerald —Gerald—once I was known as the Worst Woman in Waukesha!" The Worst Woman in Waukesha? again he echoed, his brain seemingly numbed, “Yes, Gerald.” For minutes he sat silent ped to his feet, utterir earthly scream, She among the cushions. Then he a wild, un- cowered back “It has unhinged his reas gasped in affrighted awe. “Beloved,” cried the youth n't you see? Can't you understand? All our problems are at an end. Away with secrecy! Away with equivocation! We will publish your past to the world! Write it! Omit no detail! And we will sell it for thousands of dollars to True Ravings Magazinc—the very, very first true True Raving they ever had!" Tip Bliss, “por, WHA LOMA’ “A MAN WHO POURS BANANA OIL, ON TROUBLED WATERS.” Little Journeys Through the Travel Booklets HE handsomely illustrated pamphlet on California resorts, issued by the P., D. & Q. Railroad, offers the most attractive tour for the booklet traveler. After a comfortable, dirtless ride in the palatial train across Pages 1, 2 and 3, we arrive on Page 4 at Los Angeles, the City of the Angels, where we will establish headquarters for a time on Page 5 in the well- appointed Hotel Bromo-Seltzer. From here, short jaunts to Hollywood on Page 6, the beach cities on Page 7, and even San Diego on Page 8, may readily be made, . Chartering motor cars on Page 9, we proceed through the beautiful valle: forests and mountains of Pages 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16, inclusive. We arrive at the Golden Gate on Page 17, stopping on Page 18 at the Vichy Hotel. After seeking out the interesting haunts of Pages 19 and 20, we board our train for home on page 21, pausing only long enough to turn back for a farewell glimpse to Pages 10 and 11, where a handsomely colored bird's-eye view of the entire State of California is shown, John C. Emery. comicbooks.com