Life — October 15, 1925 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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TENDERFFET AND PRAIRIE DOGS Casualty saxophone he earned a hundred dollars playing for fashionable dances while professional saxophonists begged their was the ad men’s darling. He said “formidable”—never and continually correcting the less fortunate. He knew the secret of fifteen minutes a day, and as a result he was the idol of all the local flappers. He was forever giving mushy-muscled mollycoddles a punch in the nose to make them ashamed of their flabbiness, for he had trained by mail. Workmen who had started with him in the days before he had clipped the coupon knew by heart just why it was that they were still at the old bench while he was preparing to take over the branch office at Sault Ste. Marie. The other fellow couldn't under- stand why the little woman never ob- jected to standing close beside our hero, when she would trip across the room to the open window when he (the other fellow) talked to her. A few weeks before he had been a wall- flow but overnight he had become a social lion to the extent that the pret- tiest girls in town fought for dances with him while the other fellows re- tired to the conservatory, biting their lips. The first week he bought his was bread....How peaceful he looked lying there—right where they had thrown him. E. M. Curtis. “MUZZER'S PRECIOUS 1S OVERWEIGHT AGAIN AND MUST CUT DOWN ON HIS CREAM AND SWEETS FOR A WHILE, POOR ITTY DARLING!” Our Own Advice to the Lovelorn (“...there are some people who take the accumulation of money to be the func- tion of the economical Finance, i. inance which is proper to D ic Economy, a serve or infinitely augment their prop- erty in money. This disposition arises from their anxiety about mere living rather than about living well. The con- sequence is that, as their desire of life is infinitely great, they desire an in- finite amount of all that is conducive to life."—The Politics of Aristotle.) IF it were all of life to live— If funds meant only food and rental, No healthy citizen would give The celebrated Continental For what is known as labor’s fruits— A motor car, a maid (or valet), Old lace and silver, English boots, A needle shower, a silken pallet. But living isn’t al! of life— Byron and other bards have said it; And therefore all this storm and strife To keep up an elastic credit. Who wants to be a human plinth? Not you, not I, not Cousin Mary. The soul must have its hyacinth, The chicken 4 la King its sherry My lad, some verse beneath a bough. “lanked by a loaf, a lady, liquor, Is not so satisfactory now, The plot to-day is somewhat thicker ; And were it not, there's been a rise In woodland, women and Chianti, They fetch by far a fancier price Than dear, dead Omar paid, or Dante. Sweet maid, if you want Chanel frocks And sudden dashings-off to Aiken, See that some gilt-edged bonds and stocks Are wrapped around the well-known bacon; Pick out a plutocratic beau— A modest income gets you where a Damsel of small demands might go, But never to the Riviera. Baird Leonard. A Doctor in the House ? HE typewriter has abolished writ- ers’ cramps, but nothing appar- ently is being done about the preva- lent epidemic of readers’ cramps. comicbooks.com