Life — July 15, 1926 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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2 AND LOIS BEGAN THROWIN FUDGE AT EACH OTHER.” was delivering a lecture on “Baby's Health.” “Dr. Burleigh, of Columbi plained Pritchett impressively, thority on infant feeding.” “Hush,” said Mrs. Bemis, who, as the mother of four, was interested. We had arrived in the very midst of infant digestion, so to spe milk disagrees with ba distant doctor, “and he rejects it. * broke in exe Aue Lois is only eighteen and must be forgiven. Also, I regret to state, she had apparently caught the irrever- ent attitude of the Hoofners and Tripp. I frowned at her but she only laughed insanely. Damn them, how charming they are at that age! However, Luther sensed that his au- dience was apathetic toward alimen- tation and obligingly shifted to a concert of popular classics. How precious the old favorites are! We all hummed “The Rosary lighty a Rose,” and “At Dawning Cadman,” said the throaty a nouncer), which Hoofner ruined by 5 “Gosh, the old doe can everything! Clever kid, the doc. The next number was classic concert by the Summer phony Society; stiff stuff—Brs Beethoven and Bach. “Bach to the mines,” cried Willie ly, and he nd Lois began throwing fudge at each other. Even the older ladies became distrait. Undercurrents of their conversation were audible against the tonal background, “I tried it on, my dear, and it was y becoming,” whispered Mrs. Bemis. “But ‘Forty dollars!’ I said to the young woman. ‘I'll give you twenty!’ PIE Life “What was the address?” shouted Mrs. Libby. ‘The Beethoven finale, arranged for hammer and tongs, was on in full force, so she really had to shout. But Luther looked discouraged. It is hard on the enthusi- ast when people won't listen, and I felt a little sorry for him, “I'm like a ca- nary,” said Lois, more truthfully than she knew. “The louder the music plays the more I want to talk. Aren't there any good orchestras, Mr. Pritchett? I just adore Judell’s Jazzmaniacs !” “They'll be on later, at—let’s —yes, here they are—the Jazzmani- WLBG, at’ cleven-thirty. The evening is still young.’ It was, but, my word, it felt old. It was only nine-fifteen and we seemed to have been sit acs, on before the gaping horn for an etern “This ought to be good,” cried Luther. “Duet for mouth-organ and musical glasses!) And say, folks, I've an idea. I've heard that the music sounds much better if the lights are out. Sort of makes you able to concentrate and liste —just chinning. Let's try it.” No sooner s: than done. But Luther couldn't find the station in the di He got down among the low w lengths where the st lap and we heard a re st preach- ing to the accompaniment of a chorus which announced that it “just lived on animal crackers.” “That’s swell, Luther,” said Bert, who had been slightly cor instead of—er ions over- atose since dinner and was just beginning to trust his tongue. “If you could only add a prizefight to that it would be the berrie: “I’m in the quarrel zone,” said Luther, referring technically to the warring stations. “I'll have to light to sce the dials.” After he had fiddled with the dises nervously until he found the com- bination, we were again plunged in darkness—just as the announcer gurgled in the cutest v A duet for mouth-organ and musical glasses, and if that doesn’t make you thirsty, folks, nothing will It certainly must have had this effect on my friends, for when Luther switched on the lights at the end of the piece, which was terrible, they were gone. Really, it was a horrid moment. They had welched, sneaked out through the door, which was open, and gone over to Bert's, as Willie explained to me the next day, “for a duet on the mouth-organ and musi- cal glasses.” “And you sed it, boy,” he added. “I got my all wet.” What can you do with a lad like Tripp, I ask you, except kill him? Well, of course, it broke up the party. Luther was injuredly dig- nified, but Mrs. Libby saved the night by saying, “Well, I guess it’s time we all were in bed.” So we told Luther how wonderful it had been, left T saw him turn back toward the radio and pick up. the program, prepared to make a night of it. He did, too. The end was quite tragic. Mrs. Pritchett. told) Mrs Bemis and Mrs. Bemis told Enid Flamm and Enid—well, Enid told the world, She is the best little (Continued on page 31) Tose and as we and, my dear, she took it!” “RUT LUTHER LOOKED DISCOURAGED.” comicbooks.com