Life — June 18, 1925 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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\ Pathetic Figure—The Woman Golf Champion’s Husband utdoors rt time he had ht on at red-blooded », he moved ou and now he lives 1 ranger’s cabin high up in the Rocky One of his publishers’ photographs ying with his pet bear cubs. Another r from a holiday spent in the 1 spaces he loves to write about; he is his mettlesome — broncho, seen carelessly kneeling } in with his je. He comes to town once a month to ; royalves and to deliver a radio lecture gt Wilderness. The publishers an- ct of the Great Outdoors will ble to gratify his lifelong ambition. He o the Bengal jungle to enjoy a wild ele- t. Wilbur L. Jones. Another Prize Contest T'S a limerick 7 re, a limerick is a piece of po'try with a ne in it.” aying life of a golfer, an expert assures ay last thirty years. Tt only seems longer ily. Torment “T DON'T sce any hell in this,” said the new arrival, looking over the Hades Golf Course. The imp in charge leered. “We have arranged a slow foursome which will be just ahead of you for all eternity,” he remarked quietly. 11268 “AMONG THE MISSING” Urs Peps Diary This day begun pleasantly with the receipt of June «gation of fine sherry from our bootlegger, to 1th mark his appreciation, he said, of our having sent him such excellent customers, so up with more heart than usual, convinced that a world in which such an unex- pected gesture can be made is not the bad place that some would make out. Off to my booksellers to purchase a hon voyage bundle for Emily Norton, avoiding the derniers cris with such pains that Mr. Holliday quoth, If I were you, Mrs. Pep, I should select the latest and most obvious hits—nobody ever sends them through the feeling that every one else will do so. So I did choose Edith Wharton, Michael Arlen and J. S. Fletcher right and left. To luncheon at an inn with Angela Ives, eating Lobster Thermi- dor, like a fool, and regretting it all the afternoon. Thence to a new beauty shop I had heard of to have my face done, and when I did tell Samuel, he bawled, Have I not told you never to let any of those quacks at your countenance? Whereupon I did assure him that this method employed neither hot towels nor massage, and he answered, Then methinks it would be much cheaper for you to stay home and wash your face....Upon going to bed this night, I did heap all my valuables in one spot and lay (Continued on page 34) comicbooks.com