Life — October 15, 1925 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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‘ LORE « An Interview with a Prominent Author reporter visited Marcel the popular novelist, in that beautiful, book-lined has become so familiar to the reader of the rotogravures and the Ilustrated | monthlies. ive a cigar,” said Blake, pushing forward a box. “It's a Reina de Cas- tilla—the cigar incomparable. You've seen my picture in their advertise- me of course. ‘After a hard day of brain work there's no relaxation like 1 good book and a good old Reina.” Yes.” said our star reporter, “but cur readers would like to know——” “Of course,” said the novelist, draw- ing a beautiful brier pipe from his pocket and filling it from a_ bright- red tobacco can that stood on his desk. Perhaps you'd prefer a pipe? I al- ys smoke Duke of Sutherland Mix- ‘It's Fried.’ Maybe you've no- cd my photograph in their ads ter a hard day of brain work thet ng like stuffing the old pipe full Duke of Sutherland — the acco incomparable — and_ sitting n to enjoy a good smoke and a «| book.’” I've scen the ads,” said our star worter, “but our readers are inter- sted in your literary——" To be sure,” said Blake. a literary man must be fit. ? After a busy day at the vewriter—a Remingwood, the type- writer incomparable— You may have sven my indorsement in the ads, After a hard day, as I was saying, there's nothing so invigorating as a cold tub with Beezem Soap—the soap incom- UR. star Blake, good “After How “But your said our star reporter. ideas—your ideas for aks?” Certainly,” said the novelist. “I'll tell you how I get my ideas. After a bosy day I jump into my Darien Eight, the car with the Noiseless Engine, | take a spin in the country. Pos- en my picture in their ‘There's no car that can com- : with the car incomparable—the Darien Eight. ¥ “But your books,” insisted the star ter. “Have you any new book in mind? And how did you happen to write your other masterpieces?” “T'll tell you a secret,” said Blake, looking around furtively to see that ly you've s he wasn’t overheard, “I've never writ- ten a novel. I've never written any- thing. To tell the truth, I haven't had time. I've been too busy writing in- dorsements for things. One of these days,” he added a bit wistfully, “I'm going to settle down and try to write something. But I don’t know when I'll ever get a chance. I just received another batch of stuff this morning— a fountain pen, a patent can opener, a saxophone, a new kind of corset and a dozen golf balls. So, you see, I'm swamped with work.” “It's too bad,” said the as he rose to leave. Have a cigarette,” said the novelist. “It's a Piccadilly—the smoke incom- parable. After a hard day of brain work——" But our star reporter had already departed. Newman Lez ar reporter These Americans The Pedestrian HE: Petieves. in signs. He looks before he leaps. He puts his best foot forward He never crosses a street before he comes to it. He's a forward-looking citizen. He knows that he who runs may bleed. MeC, H From a Club Chair THE surest way to cast doubt on the truth is to implore people to be- lieve it. see The hardest thing for one woman to forgive another is her not needing forgiveness. see The French may order things bet- ter, but they permit them to be served atrociously. eee Politics is a series of negations. The last negative always wins, eee apoleon nearly wrecked the world with less actual authority than is vested in a traffic policeman. James Kevin McGuinness, Inexplicable HE mystery of the New York woman who lived in a single room and died leaving an estate of almost $4,000,000 is not how she got the money, but how she managed to pay the room rent out of it. Not to Be Cajoled WIFE Dear, you're looking so well these days. Huswanp: Listen, I don’t want to play bridge again to-night. THE ULTIMATE INDIGNITY Caddie: HERE'S YOUR DRIVER, MISTER. comicbooks.com