Life, 1925-06-18 · page 15 of 43
Life — June 18, 1925 — page 15: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a serialized story ("Chapter Eighteen") featuring characters named Tom, Dick, and Dora, centered on a plot involving the "Wimple millions" and a foreclosed mortgage on "Valley Brook Farm." The narrative appears to be a melodramatic romance with financial stakes. The illustration labeled "A Study in Expression" depicts two men—one in formal attire with a cane, the other in casual clothing—apparently engaged in golf. This illustrates the story's subplot. Below are three brief humor items ("What Makes Golf Difficult," "A Cinch," and "Peggy") offering period-appropriate jokes about golf equipment, marriage, and courtship—typical early 20th-century Life magazine comedy targeting middle-class readers familiar with golf culture and romantic conventions.
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only big, pink bows on their hats; whereupon they all locked arms and danced merrily behind Dick and Dora, who strolled from one side of the orchard to the other singing the second verse of “I Love You, Dear.” Then for a final smash all the lights went out suddenly and there were the “apple blossoms” all outlined in some sort of phosphorescent material, which brought storms of applause from the audience and was used a year later by the Shu- berts “This is all so beautiful,” murmured Dora. “We've never had a love scene before.” “Just the same, it doesn't sound to me like a Rover Boys’ Book,” hesitated Dick as they came hack for encore after encore, Cuarter E1icnteen LO, folks,” sang out Tom, appearing suddenly dressed in a pair of black-and-white checked trou- sers and a bright green vest, with a tiny brown derby set ‘way back on his head. “Well, folks,” he continued in a high vice, “I'm gonna sing you a li'l’ i-titled: ‘The Rover Boys in nasal song or, How Tom Learned a New cried Dick in confusion, “what does this mean “It means that Dora is really heiress to the Wimple millions, but she was abandoned at Valley Brook Farm be- cause Dan Baxter will forcelose the mortgage unless Big Boy wins the race, so Dora is going to run in his stead. They're off!” he added, and every one advanced at once to the footlights and pointed out over the audience, cheering and shout “Hurray, the race is on! Partner leads!’ No Trumps! Can you see who's ahead? I make it Spades! Spades leads! No, Dora passes. Hur- Dora has won!” “Dora,” demanded Dick desperately, “please explain this at once.” “Explain?” replied Dora, while the lights lowered and a violin played softly the refrain of “I Love You, Dear,” on sale in the lobby after the performance. “Why should I explain? Don't you— trust me?” she sobbed, as the curtain gave a convulsive jerk and then com- menced to descend slowly. “Very well, this is—good-by.” She advanced three steps. “It is breaking my heart,” she sobbed, as the audience reached under (Continued on page 31) A STUDY IN EXPRESSION THE DUB GOLFER DRIVES HIS BALL ACROSS THE LAKE ON THE WATERHOLF. FOR THE. FIRST TIME What Makes Golf Difficult RON clubs made of wood...wooden clubs made of metal...wooden tees -. celluloid tees...rubber tees... .tees of aeroplane cloth and pyroxilyn (in three sizes)...rubber tips for the end of the shaft...rubber grips to go over the wrapping...putters like potato mashers...fat putters...thin putters... goosencek putters...Schenectady put- .--brass putters...bronze putters. ...Narrow putters...broad putters... aluminum putters...wooden putter: putting cleeks...number one irons. number two irons...number three irons -.-number four irons...pitchers... mashies with faces like washboards... mashies with faces only a mother could love...left-arm straighteners. . .alumi- num tee makers...ball markers.. .balls with dots...balls with dimples. . .balls with dot-dimples...balls with cross- hatches. . .balls with crescents. ..squares «»-triangles...cireles...numbers... card markings...balls that won't roll on mercury...balls that won't roll on anything Caddies... Henry William Hanemann. A Cinch RAWFORD: Your wife is such a good bridge player. I hope she's found some one to play with up in the mountains. CrassHaw: She's found her. She hasn't written to me for more money in nearly a month, EGGY: Why don't you like my new bathing suit? Potty: Well, it doesn't seem to me to go very well with your blush! comicbooks.com