Life — December 3, 1925 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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This Christmas ~ Start an Cdd-a-pear2 necklace for her CT OENUINE ORIENTAL PEARLS ) ICTURE your little girl’s delight this Christmas—when you present her with a small strand of beautiful genuine pearls. Then look farther ahead and see her in young womanhood—the proud possessor of a mag- nificent pearl necklace. This is the Add-a-Pearl idea. Each year, on gift occasions, you or others, add new pearls to the string. It grows more precious with time. Make your little girl happy—at Christmas. Correspondence ‘nvited from Dealers only Buy additional pearls for your Add-a-Pearl necklace on this card. It guarantees perfection. THE ADD-A-PEARL CO, 108 North State Street, Chicago Phyllis, the Phone Girl ELL, what do you expect for Christmas, Peggy—a mink coat, a pair of suspenders, or a Hispano- Sousa?...Don't tell me you're going to hang your stockings up?...Well, that’s what they did in the years of B. C.—Before Charleston—but if you do, Peggy, don’t roll ‘em! ..-Yeh, last Christmas was a pretty tough one for me, Peggy. I had to help my kid brother through chiro- practor school an’ all I got was a few postal cards from my friends an’ a couple of black looks from the boss. Can y'imagine? .+-Operator.. .operator! Iwas speakin’ to Circle 0818 an’ you went ahead an’ cut me off!...I know, but don’t you think I ought to get an even break now and then?...All right, dearie, don’t get sore now! «+. This Christmas?...Well, I should hope to catch the chronic guitar or somethin’ if I don't! Why, I g swell apartment hotel now, P. with eight tenants on every floor, an’ if I don't get at the least five bucks from each tenant, why, I'm a rotten saxophone player, that’s all! +--I don't expect much from that professor in 12B, but right next door in C lives the football coach from the same college an’ he ought to be good for ten smackers. Who did you say, Peggy?...Mr. Buzzman?...Oh, my, yeh—I've went out of my way many the time to do favors for him. He's ong of these wealthy Florida acre- fakers, you know, an’ I've got him down for at least twenty-five sure! ---Well, you forgot to tell me what you're expectin’ for Christmas, Peggy Now that you got one of those curly French puddle dogs, all you need is a sporty caracul coat to harmonize with it!...Say! If you could only get that big bootlegger friend of yours to give you his old 1923 roadster, we could have some swell times driving out to Long Beach together next summer!... Well, I guess that’s just a sewer-pipe dream, hey, Peggy? Well, anyway, here’s to Santa Claus, Peggy,—the biggest sugar-daddy of ’em all! Max Lief. How It Started ATHANIEL HAWTHORNE and Ralph Waldo Emerson were taking a walk about Boston one pleasant day in the autumn of 1846. As might have been expected, they were discussing lit- erature and eventually the conversation drifted to their own work. “I am glad to say, Ralph, old kid,” Hawthorne declared, “that your latest book is one of the greatest things ever printed in the English language.” “So's your Old Manse,” was Emer- son's quick retort. T. S. E. comicbooks.com