Life — May 28, 1925 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE 29 Mrs. Pep’s Diary (Continued from page 12) This day wakened with an Moy agony of congestion in my nd tungs, and when I did start to speak I could do nought but whisper, and Sam through unconscious imitation began whispering also, and said he felt as if I were trying to carry on some sort of scurrilous conversation, Dr. Cuff pronouncing my malady bronchitis, I did kcep to my bed, Marge Boothby having promised to come and divert me, but she arrived so exhausted from a two-hour French lesson and her mind so distrait from such concentrated wrestling with irregular verbs that she called for a large beaker of whisky in order to pull herself together, and it was not until after luncheon that she was able to compose a simple declara- tive sentence in the English language. Then she did tell me that Romain Rivas had actually sent her the Spanish olives he had voluntarily promised her in a moment of exuberance, and our mutual astonishment set us pondering the depths to which social sincerity has sunk, when a man’s doing what he has said he will do can be considered news. May My throat no better, so abed Brd all day, reading first the public prints, and marveling how the daily graphics manage to group a grief-stricken family around a table or stove and turn a camera’on them five minutes after their catastrophe’s occurrence. Sam home all day, and once he did call out whilst reading “The Great Gatsby” to ask if Scott Fitz- gerald knew me personally, and when I answered no, he added, He has a man say here that a certain girl's voice sounds like money. But he proved docile enough to eat his dinner off a tray in my room, and somehow we fell a-talking of the ancient Greeks and the high moral purpose of their tragedics, almost any one of which would put Dis- trict Attorney Banton’s consistency severely to the test. We did recall, too, how Helen Joslyn had taken out a health insurance policy after hearing “Bohéme” for the first time. Baird Leonard. Miss Economy Because he believes in the Coolidge economy program, the Mayor of Bradley Beach, N. J., has abolished the annual bathing beauty parade at that resort. Another blow like this, and the Sunday rotogravure sections won't have a leg left to go to press on. Wire. (reading magazine): I don't see the point of that joke. Hussanp: My dear, young enough. you aren't LET MUNSINGWEAR COVER YOU WITH SATISFACTION Underwear UNSING Hosiery Car Munsingwear is now obtainable in hosiery as well as in union suits. The hosiery line comprises an exceptionally large assortment of num- bers in the wanted colors and materials and is already recognized by the trade as one of the great hosiery lines of the country, You will find the same fine quality and workman- ship in t hosiery that for so many years have paca all under garments bearing the lunsingwear trade mark symbol. Munsingwear Quality Assures Comfort and Service THE MUNSINGWEAR CORPORATION MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA Recent Developments (The following current pictures, previously ri weed in Lire, are recommended. The regular Silent Drama department will be found on page 24.) Grass. Across country with an Asiatic tribe—and extraordinarily in- teresting, too. Quo Vadis. Emil Jannings adds Nero to his long list of great réles. Smouldering Fires. _ Irmelligent drama of romance in a factory, with Pauline Frederick at the top of her form. The Denial. A moving picture of American life during the war (Span- ish). Seven Chances. Buster Keaton in an occasionally comical but none too consistent farce. A_ Kiss in the Menjou in Havana. The Last Laugh. You can quote the box-office figures at me all night, but I'll stick to my story: this is a genuinely great picture. Introduce Me. Douglas MacLean and a few Alps. The Thief of Bagdad. I've been recommending this for over a year now, which ought to be enough . R..E.S. week: “The Shock orting Venus” and Dark. Adolphe (For review ne Pun “Th “Up the Ladder.” comicbooks.com