Life — May 6, 1926 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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sr mistaes. Next week there will be r letter|(written on shipboard), fol- by six mpre letters, at weekly intervals, aris, the|Marne battlefields and London, *n Joan feturns, on June 24th, readers ged to stnd in their corrections of the that gie has made in her eight let- ogether With their essays on “What I See in Eprope.” answers fo this Contest should be sent ore June 24th, In the meantime, con- 's shoul ’study Joan's letters, as they -, and mke note of the mistakes that ne detectd. These mistakes will not d to findjas contestants will have plenty ortunity fo consult references. re is nolcatch in this Contest. Joan's are thof of a frank, naive young girl are utteqy devoid of any hidden mean- ings or trick codes. Don’t try to read be- tween the lines of Joan's letters; there's noth- ing there, Answers to this Contest must reach Joan, at the Lire office, before 12 noon, July 13th, 1926. Announcement of the winner will appear in the August Sth issue of Lire. After that, the winner may start for Europe when- ever he or she (or, possibly, he and she) is ready to go. Don't fail to read the conditions of this Contest carefully. Save Joan's letters, which will appear in Lire every week for cight weeks. Watch for the mistakes that she may make. Correct them. Write a three-hundred- word essay on “What I Shall See in Europe” —and send it to Joan. This Contest is open to every one—man, woman, or child. Go to it! Conditions rs will appear each week ve weeks, commencing ne 241 In each letter facies in her descriptions -, and on detec- ot grammatical errors, Contest is based. will be necessary to send plete set of her letters written Fopies) with your correc- error fduly marked on its letter anying ects of paper. ouarded to the contest- reatest number of errors ho writes the best essay in Europe.” This essay, three hundred words tn enclos@with the corrected letters. rise ates the ers and s to thalcontest must reach Lire 9 A.M. d June 24th and 12 noon on y answenpeceived at any other time ered as @nfeting in the Contest. Use one side of paper only, with your name and address in upper left-hand corner of cach sheet; both essay and corrections to be typewritten or very plainly written; full first-class postage pre- baid thereon, and sent to Joan Kinley, Lire, 598 Madison Avenue, New York. Announcement of the winners will appear in the August Sth issue of Lire. It is not necessary to be a subscriber to Lire in order to pompcle: Copies of Lire may be seen at any Public Library, or free of charge at the office of publication. You may copy the letters and use the copies you have made. There is no limit to the number of answers that any contestant may submit. The contest is ofen to everyone, except mem- bers of Lire’s staff and their families. The judges will be three of the editors of Lire, whose decision will be final. In case of ties the prise will be given to cach tying contestant. Here is Joan’s first letter, written on her arrival in New York Read it—and watch closely for the mistakes D®® Epitor: Well, my trip to Europe has started at last, and I’m thrilled beyond «words. Mother says I’meacting like a fool about it, but then, she doesn’t understand my deeper emotions. On the way east, we stopped over at Philadelphia and then went on to New York. My first thrill came while the train was passing a cemetery outside New York and nb, Think of that! We reached the Grand Central Station safely and then rode up Fifth Avenue in a taxi until we came to the Hotel Vanderbilt, where we're stopping. It was too thrilling. Last night we saw a play called “Sunny” and I adored it—but then, I always enjoy Ed Wynn. Across the street from the theatre where it was playing I saw “Abie’s Irish Rose” advertised, and I had to laugh at the way these New Yorkers think they're so up-to-date. Why, we had that show in Dimville years and years ago. Well, I suppose I must close now because Mother is hollering at me to get ready for dinner. Affectionately, P. S.—I'll write you from the Paris when we sail next week. I’ve always wanted to post a letter from one of those mail buoys. | comicbooks.com