Life — August 20, 1925 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Mrs. Pep’s Diary (Continued from page 11) chair to Young's pier to see the net haul, after viewing which I could but hope for the truth of the statement that there are just as good fish in the sea as have ever been caught, nor was I anxious to venture into an ocean so filled with evil-looking — inhabitants. But I could not resist the temptation of donning my new bathing suit, so back home and forth for a dip, swallowing as little salt water as possible, thereby disappointing Mr. Goldstein’ of the coast defense, who made out as if the government had stationed him there for the sole purpose of saving my life. ...To the Ritz for dinner, Co and I so longing for a game of cards after- wards that we did decide to stop in the middle of the lounge on our exit and shout, Any two people here who want to play bridge please hold up their hands, but of course we did do no such thing, convention-ridden beings that we are. Instead, to “The Student Prince,” down on the Garden pier, and home, full of its tuneful melodies, to bed. Awake betimes, attempting August : once more to decipher the I5th posteard I did receive from Harry Fenby a full three days ago, and finally made it out to be, Am spend- ing a week here trying to learn to play olf. Whereupon it was my obvious duty to answer him, You would better le to write first. Lord! my own chirography is none too clear, but at cast one word in three is legible, and I do consider scandalous the evident effort of present-day letter writers to mystify their friends, and many men of my acquaintance say they do make no response to communications on which the signature seems affectedly obscure. The exaggerated courtesy which has developed in some of our commercial organizations is also a mat- ter for interesting reflection. Not long ago a children’s apparel shop did write Annie Akers asking why she had never used her account, and Annie did amuse herself by answering facetiously, giving a lack of progeny as the basis of her defection, Whereupon some office manager, probably noting that at least one answer had resulted from the campaign, did write Annie back, stating that he was very glad, since her having no children could not possibly be their fault, ete. And Bob Akers, coming upon the letter, did demand stormily, Who is this man telling you that your not having children isn’t his fault? and did threaten her with divorce, and what not, until the jest had worn itself out. Baird Leonard. “Don't you just love hoi polloi?” “Dear me, no—those Chinese dishes are so fattening.” SEAMANSHIP AND A NATION OF MARINERS PRR OMAhe fir of dime when Jacques Cartier sailed his brave little boat out of grey old St. Malo harbor to find the thousand-mile St. Lawrence on the other side of the world, the men of Brittany have always been sailors. The quickest of the little fect in sabots are always set apart to seck the sea... and the fairest of the little faces under the wide lace caps always grow up to wait for them. The Compagnie Générale Transatlantique (French Line) alone hes a hundred and ten ships on the seven seas, with thousands of these sturdy French seaman manning them. And in the great ship yard at St. Nazaire in Brittany, more ships are being born every year... . When you go to France, sail with a French crew. You'll never find better sailors. They serve with the French Line because these boats are France afloat and, by one of the quickest and easiest routes, reach the land of the Tri-color. Walk into France at the French Line gangplank in New York . . . at Havre, the port of Paris, just another gangplank .. . then the boat train —and in three hours you're in Paris, dreneh Line Compagnie Générale Transatlantique ( 19 State Street, New York Offices and Agencies in Principal Cities of Europe and the United States BUNKERS PANTLY TREAT AS A. MERE MOLEHILL. WE CONSISTENTLY MAKE A MOUNTAIN OUT OF WHAT THE BLAS£ STARS FLIP- comicbooks.com