Life — July 22, 1926 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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“ , M can you E R it? I mean I A You sce, there's this COURSE I'm taking which know them, my dear, the NEXT week. week I’ve learned something that sounds like PERTINASTY or something, which means ng to a thing until you do it—unless I’ve got it ed up with one of the other two... . ,AVENS, my dear—ean you BELIEVE it? them all PERFECTLY last night and now I the LIFE of me THINK what the others wer ally, my dear, CAN you bear it?—oh, I remember now— one was CIRCUSLOCUTION, which means talking around the way people do—sort of gossiping around, I gucss—my dear, can you IMAGINE amore delightful word? F'r ins 8 w having a sort of CIRCUSLO- CUTION now, I s’pose, aren't we? Anyw I think it’s a perfectly FASCINATING word. That's the MARVELOUS thing about this course, my dear—you simply LEARN heaps of the most ADOR- ABLE words that really intellectual people use and I mean you sort of feel FRIGHTFULLY educated and everything. ... The third word, my dear? Well, I can’t POSSIBLY re- member it now but it sounds some- thing like VIVATION and it means when people bubble sort of like champagne; isn’t that perfectly SCREAMING, my dear?” Lloyd Mayer. Let's see— Born but to Diet A GATHA: All Mrs. Blank’s daughters have inherited their mother’s horrible fat figure. Harnett: Yes; hips of the old block. RETTY soon we're going to need a longer week to accommodate our week-ends. Prose Poems by a Transmigrationist June Bugs E are the souls of certain ladies who in life loved W siinner hotel verand: We haunt all brightly lighted porch rockers; but the dark intrigues us because we know that something improper must be going on in it. We are ever curious, and peer into all lighted windows but are doomed to bump our noses against the panes. As humans it was hard to be rid of us, so now And incessantly we buzz and we are sticky, and cling. flutter and buzz, Skinny Little Dogs We are the souls of men who always knew at any given time just what was wrong with the government, When anything is afoot, we yap. two back-y. If we hear a fracas ous. If it is in the } indignant. If it comes into our yard we hide afterward. We hate all foreigners and distrust strangers. All privi ever enjoyed we claim as rights. We can neither de mand with courtesy nor obey with grace. But we can always yap and y Cicadas We are the souls of those clergymen and other orators who in lifetime alw knew positively just what God thought and what He intended to do. We perch in high - nothing new, but are terribly reiterative. ars we join our voices in ating chorus that drowns out the quiet, spec- hirpings of humbler insects. Burges Johnson. Bartender: 1 sre B’ THE PAPER THE PROHIBITIONISTS HAVE PROMISED TO DRY UP THE COUNTRY BEFORE CHRISTMAS, Customer: wit! LL BET THAT PROMISE HAS TIE CUSTOMARY RENEWAL CLACEE) comicbooks.com