Life — January 28, 1926 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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His Unpremeditated Verse (It is now known that John Milton, the poet, dealt pr ly in real estate.”"—News item.) Scene: John Milton, realtor, his office. Enter Miss ey'd Faith, white-handed i thou Smith, his secretary shall detain you no longer, sir_and madam M $ SMITH: Good mx Mr. Milton conduct ye to a hillside...so smooth, so greet Mitton: But who is this, what thing of sea or land — goodly prospect and my: as sounds on every side that Female of sex it scems, harp of Orpheus was not more charm That two-t That so bedeck’d, ornate and gay, engine at the door will drive us rig Comes this way sailing (Th y and the gentleman ex Like a stately shi ? Miss Smitu: You certainly do Miss Satu: Oh, Mr. Milton, you are a one! (Enter a Mitton (musing) : li fai lady and a gentleman.) The pillar'd firmament Tue Gextieman: Mr. Milton? We've come to ing And the earth's bas about your new suburban development—“Paradise Re- er—what was that fairish bit E got « gained.” Miss Saturn ( 19 the lea Mittox: Ah, yes—‘Paradise Regained”... the olive come to pluck your berries hars grove of Academe, k Plato's retirement, where Bers ers forceful Attic bird ’ p $3) Sa ie = Smith Trills her thick-warbled § "a A $e ries Tue Lapy: Well, not olives, . - f f ealtor, leave ¢ exactly, Mr. Milton. Just a lit- ‘ : iZ— e Henry William Han tle house and garden. I could ; i; have my garden, Mr. Milton? Mitton: Madam— What Could Be Funnier? The white pink and the SOC S: HAG FOR years I refused to credit 1 pansy freakt with jet, uy ‘ fi the report that it takes hours The glowing violet, S : i BAe a joke to soak into an Eng- The musk-rose, and the ‘ eee lishman. I believe well attir’d woodbine, : = fhe Yesterday With cowslips wan that Sap z en hang the pensive head. i é tried eve And every flower that sad f embroidery wears iene y 2 4 hs reet car with a drum, put that down, please, Z é SS a nickel and his mother. If I mith. (His secretary re had hit his head with a makes a note.) . a Vili bat the result would have Tue Lavy: Oh, it does sound 2 We the same. I gave attractive ! Z ih a i, duced my treasured Mitton: Madam, I do as- “What's this accepted a glass. 1—" Paradise Regained— ; Meadows A 4 y g cotch,” I replic trim with daisies pied, shallow = came in from Rum Row brooks and rivers wide...calm - He tasted the nor and Peace and Quiet...retired Lei coughed. Then he kicked and th and maid, dane- ~ howled, and large tears ing in the chequer'd shade upon his vest nods and becks...wreathéd . y tH minutes i Waddington was | smiles from all the neighbors ...Miss Smith y | Hi Tt But I still Miss Sarit: Yes, sir, Lhave j j 1 down : : |) he thinks the little boy forgot Tue Gexturman: Sounds Cs Hill|| to give the nickel to the con good to me, Mary ; ductor. ne Lapy: And so poetical, : ald Cosgr “CAN YOU TELL ME THE TIME, OL’ poy?” HE GENTLEMAN 1 don't “WHAT? WHY IN BLAZES SHOULD 1 TELL You * ur Florida real think we could do any better. TIME AT THIS HOUR OF THE NIGHT?” : Mittox: Oh, welcome, pure “WELL, YOU'VE GOT MY WATCH.” “All wet.” comicbooks.com