Life — August 12, 1926 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Just Necking “Vy THERE going, my pret “I'm going a-n she said. “May I go with you, my pretty maid?” “I'm meeting my boy-friend, sir,” she said. “Where do you meet him, my pretty maid?” “Up on the Speedway, sir,” she sai “Has he an auto, my pretty mai “Oh, only Flivver, sir,” sh “Where will he drive you, my pretty maid?” “Oh, we only park, kind sir,” she said, “Won't the cop arrest you, my pretty maid?” “Why, the cop’s my boy-friend, sir,” she said. Stephen Proctor. So’s Your Old Ant “Ants have, in their ‘cities, g and dairies, and even playrooms, —An(t)swers. you have this minute learned that along with the other section of every properly laid-out ant hill is a “playroon Having been raised on the fable of the ant and the grass- hopper, we are a bit upset. Now it seems that ants are as frivolous as anybody, and the fabulous ant was nothing more than a mealy-mouthed, prosy hypocrite after all. As a matter of fact we are still a little skept about this ants’ “playroom,” an you imagine two ants meeting in a subterranean pas- sage on a warm summer day and es changing the following remarks: First Ant: Hello, George; come on over to the Social Center and get into a game of volley with me. ANT: Aw, it’s too hot. Im going over to the Y.A.C.A. and catch a swim in the pool. You must ad- mit it doesn’t sound at all likely. Nor do any of the old playroom” Sreconp THE HAD Nubbville Spark AMONG OUR LOVABLE LIARS 18 FELLER THAT CLAIMS HE FORGOTTEN WE’VE JUST PAID HIM. T BE RATHER TO ONE OF TW HOW DO You ELL THEM APART? Second Millionaire: o1—ruat’s uP TO THEM. salem,” “Beggar My Neighbor,” “Tag, lap In and Clap Out,” “Red Rover,” chess, checkers or Kel- ley pool sound any more likely. As for a bunch of ants playing “Drop the Handkerchief” or ‘* Twenty Questions,” or “Post Office’ —that’s just plain cuckoo. The only games we've ever seen ants play are variations of “Dragging the Dead Citerpil- lar,” “Getting in- to the Butter,” and “Crawling Down Willie’s Rompers.” And we must say that it would be a lot better if the ants did have their own playroom for such antics. But try and get them te stay in it! H.W. H. THE DEBT The Spirit of Marie Antoinette ISS AMERICAN (in motor car, to father as Paris crowd jeers and brandishes canes as they pass by). What makes the people so angry, Papa? Who are they shouting at? Para American: They are hoot- ing at us, my girl. They hate us Americans now. Miss American: But why, Papa dear? Didn't you tip them? . At Last IOGENES went in a drug store with his famous lantern. “Have you a hair tonic,” he asked, will grow hair?” 0, sir,” said the clerk, “we have not. “My search is over!” cried Dio- genes. “Here, shake hands, sir!” GLANCE at the latest automo- bile license tag is enough to con- vince the thinking man that there is no longer any safety in numbers. comicbooks.com