Life — September 3, 1925 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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" wa (The regular Silent Drama department will be found on page 24) A Slave of Fashion. Norma Shearer and Lew Cody do extremely well with nothing much in particular. Eve's Lover. Another hard-hearted business woman finds romance in the nick of time. Never the Twain Shall Meet. Anita Stewart as a South Sea Island girl who decides that Kipling was right. Kiss Me Again. A gay, flip and ultra-civilized comedy of triangular tang in France, directed by the fine Teutonic hand of Ernst Lubitsch. Pretty Ladies. Proving that even a Follies girl has a heart—as if anybody cared. Lost—A Wife. Adolphe Menjou as a reprehensible fellow who spent his honeymoon at a roulette table. The Mad Whirl. The latest varia- tion of “Flaming Youth.” Don Q. Douglas Fairbanks again outdoes himself—a feat which no one on carth except Douglas Fairbanks could possibly accomplish. The Lady Who Lied. The story is by Robert Hichens—so now you know all Smooth as Satin. An extremely en- tertaining crook melodrama. Siege. The Nineteenth Century and the Twentieth engage in a struggle to the death in a grim New England town. Paths to Paradise. Raymond Grif- fith in a roaring farce. Night Life in New York. One of those travelogues, but not nearly so in- teresting as “Nanook of the North” or “Grass.” R.E.S. Life and Letters (Continued from page 22) beating, in one way or another, which she deserved, is explained by the au- “s frank admission that, up to the t he heard the bad news at the vicarage, the squire had never done any thinking. Whilst Iam being thoroughly dis- agreeable, I might as well state frankly that I am getting fed up on the ad- vanced woman of fiction, The kind that lets her children run around naked in the garden, and gets her husband to the jellyfish mental state where he will allow her to explain everything on what she considers rational grounds. I know two or three such women in real life, and 1 never see them without wishing I could present them with a season ticket for shampoos. Tue third series of Georgian Stories (Putnam's) is out, and is a desirable literary possession for reasons far be- yond its gilt edges. It contains tales by a dozen or more contemporary Eng- lish writers, and its appearance in- spired me at once to purchase the edi- tions of 1922 and 1924. Such a con- fession is enough, so far as an award of merit goes, from any book reviewer. Baird Leonard. + LIFE - 31 The Sunday Auto Ride (Continued from page 26) tempers. Once Mr. Pipp nodded, and when the car ahead came to a stop, he bumped it with some force. “Ain't you got no brakes?” demanded a stout little man in his shirt-sleeves as he got out of the car and examined the rear bumper. “No!” retorted Amos, with the ex- pression of one who is ready to meet death with a smile. Mrs. Pipp became hysterical. Amos turned out and was making the best speed of the day—a good six miles an hour—when the gates of a railroad crossing directly ahead were lowered. He barely avoided crashing into them. No train was in sight. Mr. Pipp groaned. He turned and looked at Mrs. Pipp. She seemed to him to be running a temperature. “The Great Open Spaces!” sneered Mr. Pipp. “Out in the balsam-scented highways where there’s freedom, and rest, and quiet, and peace!” eee As the sun was setting that Sunday afternoon the Pipp car, its occupants exhausted, ill-tempered and dirt-cov- ered, rolled up to the edge of the shore at Wistaria Beach. Mr. Pipp, stiff in all his joints, descended from the Ford, straightened up with difficulty and commanded his family curtly. “Get out! All of you! Out!” There was a strange wild look in his eyes. “I wanter eat,” wailed the Pipp in- fant. “Take the kids up to the railroad station and wait for me!" ordered Amos. “What're you going to do?’ the wife. “I'm staying here a while,” said Amos. Mrs. Pipp had never seen Amos look so wild before. She thought it best not to argue. With the Pipp children at her heels she struggled through the sand toward the waterfront restaurant. Mr. Pipp waited until the sun got a little lower. Then he picked up a rock and hurled it at the gasoline tank with all his might. The tank split open and the gasoline trickled out in a thin stream. Mr. Pipp struck a match, lighted a newspaper and threw it under the stream. In a moment the car was ablaze. . Mr. Pipp turned away, muttering, and ambled heavily up the beach, pausing only to heave a rather large stone at a carrousel which happened to be playing “The End of a Perfect Day.” asked Fairy Story “Are you going to make any wine this year?” “Nol! It’s against the law.” Can one tobacco satisfy a man with 45 pipes? You might imagine that the law of averages would require a man with 45 pipes to smoke a variety of tobaccos. Evidently, it doesn’t work that way, for here is a pipe connoisseur who after vainly trying every tobacco his tobac- conist could mention, finally got around to Edgeworth. The result is, his humi- dor is now “Edgeworthized.” Mr. Sonnenblick makes application for a life membership in the Edgeworth Club, All in favor say “Aye.” But first read his letter: Richmond, 5 Larus & Bro, Co. Gentlemen: When a man has 45 pipes he cer- tainly is up against it for an all-round tobacco, But BBB's, 4 Kaywoodies, 2 Petersons, 2 GBD’s and the usual meerschaum, cala- bash, corncob, etc. Some were sweet from the start, others remained ob- durate and bitter despite the fact that 1 used every American brand and every English brand I could get_or my tobac- conist could mention. Fancy prices! Hang the price. I wanted pipe satis- faction. The brands 1 tried failed; the mixtures I made failed because the tobacco varied. 1 saw the ads written by Edgeworth smokers, but they sounded too good to be true. I'didn't try Edgeworth in despair, but just to see how less bad it might be. Well, it is praise enough when you know that’ my office humidor has been Edge- worthized. Now my good pipes taste bet- ter and my bad pipes taste good. If you've got a life membership open, et me down. It's the King Bee of to- baccos and I think I'm a qualified judge. Respectfully yours, Ira J. Sonnenblick. Let us send you free samples of Edgeworth so that you may put it to the pipe test. If you like the samples, you'll like Edge- worth wherever and whenever you buy it, for it never changes in quality. Write your name and ad- dress to Larus & Brother Company, 161 South 21st Street, Richmond, Va. Edgeworth is sold in various sizes to suit the needs and means of all purchasers. Both Edgeworth Plug Slice and Edgeworth Ready-Rubbed are acked in small, pocket-size packages, in handsome humidors holding a pound, and also in several handy in-between sizes. We'll be grateful for the name and address of your tobacco dealer, too, if you care to add them. To the Retail Tobacco Merchants: If your jobber cannot supply you with Edgeworth, Larus & Brother Company will gladly send you prepaid by parcel post a one- or two-dozen carton of any size of Edgeworth Plug Slice or Ed, worth Ready-Rubbed for the same price you would pay the jobber. comicbooks.com