Life — September 10, 1925 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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DAILY LIFE PICTURES* PRIZES* PUNCH Millionaire “‘Scorcher’’ Leaves Trail of Human Wreckage TWS FIEND IN HUMAN FORM— GLORYING IN "HE NAME OF *SCORCHER” — INFESTS OUR HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS , LEAVING, DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN HiS WAKE, THE OMER OAY, LITTLE PANSY SHIRT’S OLD GRANNY SENT HER To THE CORNER GROCERY To BUY A BOTTLE] OF GIN — LITTLE THINKING THAT PANSY MIGHT MEET WITH WORSE THAN O€ATW sy ON THE ROAD ON HER WAY HOME ,ONE OF THESE VAMPIRES OF THE ROAD BORE DOWN UPON PANSY ON WIS SPEEDING PANSY WAS HIT ANO LEFT BRUISED BY THE EOADSIDE FRANCIS X. KLOTZ] A NOBLE POLICEMAN, PICKEO PANSY UP, BUT THE “SCORCHER’| SPED AWAY LAUGHING] HIDEOUSLY [ween Pulsy compa? DOWN AGA with Any COMFORT, KLoTZ MARRIED HER — gy THE *SCORCHER™ Ig STILL AT LARGE — LOOKING Foe. haar VICTIMS, beg = || , * SAFETY” — —_ INSPIRATION Nearly every day is a story in the news that makes right- thinking people’s blood boil. The rich, who can afford to own speeding bicycles, look upon the common people like so much dirt under their feet, and behave accordingly. The bicycle, a bauble of the idle rich, has become a MENACE to all, Mothers, wives and daughters are not SAFE in the streets of our cities and our country lanes while we continue to tolerate this modern JUGGERNAUT. Even the honest laborer quakes for life and limb as he plods to and from his work. Bicycles, or “safeties,” FRATERNITY as they are called in the propaganda of the rich, are capable of attaining a TERRIFIC speed when ridden by the reckless and ruthless “scorching” demon and the police are usually powerless to catch the brutes after they have run down citizens. If our lawmakers would WAKE UP they would put these dastardly attacks on a par with murder and arson and stipulate the ELECTRIC CHAIR as punishment. We should then soon find the “scorcher” off our streets, cowering in fear behind the velvet draperies of his Riverside Drive mansion. VANITY Miss Muffet Bares Shame Pact Girl Victim Lays Blame for Tuffet Crime on “City Spider’ in| Signed Confession to DAILY LIFE The dear, kind, fatherly editor of DAILY LIFE has asked me to write my own story of my terrible experiences in my own way. I am only a young girl, of course and cannot write.nothing like the clever young gentlemen and ladies he employs, but I will try to do miy best because I think it may be a warning to other young girls and because I appreciate the dear, kind Have You Seen at A 149 like a “spider,” can sit on my This Child = own tuffet and act up gay. So I said to him, I said, “Say,” I said, “you’ve got a nerve, you have,” I said. Those were my very words, and I would not lie to the editor of DAILY LIFE, because he is such a dear, kind, fatherly man and has treated me very nice and respectful. Hurls Defi So this fellow, he said, “Lady I did not mean no harm,” and I said, “The ‘H’ you didn’t,” and I said, “You will find out nobody can get gay with me,” and I said, “Wait till the jury hears about this,” I said, “sitting fatherly treatment he has g: Well, I was only a young girl, and I was stranded out there in the country because my boy friend had made me walk home, and there I was setting on a tuffet, and I will tell the world a tuffet is a tough thing to set on, and I was eating some curds FI g Ny NY No J andl, Shey farmer lady had gave me. Spied Upon And I will tell the world that curds and whey are not no gas- tronomy knockouts for a young girl who is used to having the best, if she does say so herself. Well, suddenly the most terri- fave me. ble feeling come over me. I guess I’m “psychic” or some- thing, although I am only a young girl, but anyway, I felt as if I was being “watched.” Well, I turned around. and there was this big bozo sitting right there beside me on my own tuffet. And the minute I saw him I thought of a “spider.” Yes, sir, I said to myself, “That man is a human spider, if ever there was one.” That is exactly what I said to myself. ~ Well, I am only a young girl and do not know much about wickedness and such things, as my mother always treated me like a baby and used to burn up most of the magazines I brought home, but, anyway, no man, least of all one that looks right on my own tuffet,” I said. So with that, although I am only a young girl, I lammed him one. And he went away, Well, that is why I am writ- ing my life history for the dear, kind, fatherly editor of DAILY LIFE and that is why I am suing this gentleman for half of a million dollars. There is no spidery looking man that can get fresh with this baby, even although I am only a young girl. STARTING TOMORROW in DAILY LIFE the TRUE CON- FESSIONS of LITTLE BO- PEEP, sixteen and pretty, who LOST her “SHEEP.” “First to last—the TRUTH! TENS UULION circulation by This forlorn kiddy, tiny Jack Phnf, of 3314 Beach View Drive] Michigan City, disappeared from home shortly after the election of William McKinley. His parents don’t know what te think. He had brown hair, blue eyes and his favorite motion picture star is Tom Mix. comicbooks.com