Life — August 19, 1926 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Life SUST BETWEEN US GIRLE “M* dear, I don’t care WHAT you s: may be a perfectly SPLENDID President and everything but I simply ABOMINATE his nose—I mean I think the MOST obnoxious thing I’ve ever seen—I HONESTLY do! And I simply LOATHE he speaks over the RADIO because he has a ANG exactly like a boy I used to know who simply used to drive FRANTIC because he had such an OBNOXIOUS twang, my dear, and he was always PAWING me, which I simply detest, and I used to tell him so and of COURSE it didn’t make the SLIGHT- SST differenee—I mean it never DOES with those kind of people because they’re simply POISONOUS and everything and I mean I ABSOLUTELY can’t stand them because they simply INSIST on PAWING you, my dear, in the MOST obnoxious manner. Well, I mean COOLIDGE always makes me think of that OB- NOXIOUS boy I used to know and I mean his EX- PRESSION simply SLAYS me, my dear, because he always LOOKS as if he'd been cating QUANTITIES of sour PICKLES or something all the TIME. I mean I think he ought to have his FACE lifted or something because, honestly, my dear, I think it’s TOO repulsive for words—I mean I ACTUALLY do and I mean I think they ought to choose re: good-LOOKING Presidents that have really CULTURED ve and things ays I think we would be simply HEAPS better off with a FRIGHTFULI good-looking KING or something than with a PRESIDENT effect. with a simply OBNOXIOUS nose like COOLIDGE, my dear—I mean I ACTUALLY do!” Lloyd Mayer. Misleading ATRON: Pardon me, but is this a drug store? Proprietor: Sure—doesn't it look like one? Patron: Yes, what had me pu sir, it docs. That's led. N the old days, we remember, all the equipment necessary for a sports program at the Sunday School The Chef: 8 A Point of Etiquette M4YME strolled down by the laughing little meadow - brook one hot, lazy summer afternoon. Feeling the lure of the rippling water, and the stream at this point being well sereened with bushes, she divested herself of her clothing and soon was splashing about in a crystal pool. Her pink and white body gleamed in the cool green of the wa- ters; she seemed the very spirit of the pool —some shy creature born of the spell of the sunny afternoon, She swam a few strokes and grounded on the sandy bottom. She stood knee-deep in the clear water and, catching great hand- fuls of it, threw it high in the air. “Ah, September Morn!” said a laugh- ing voice. Startled, she looked up and saw a tall, well-dressed young fellow eyeing her from the bank. Her splash- ing had drowned the sound of his approach, Secing that he was obviously a member of the upper classes—possibly a clubman—she blushed furi- ously. Mayme was embarrassed—horribly embarrassed. She had been neglecting her books of etiquette shame fully of late, and now she was puzzled. SHOULD SHE ASK HIM IN? “SHE SAVED THE LAST sioT FOR HERSELF! Blaine C. Bigler. After the First Few Hest (plaintively): No one be- lieves me when I tell ‘em this is genuine pre-war stuff. Fu: Frienn: Well, old dear, I'll believe you—in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this was the stuff that started the war. a Exercises ONALD’S music teacher had ad- vised him to practice while on his vacation. His postcard read: “There is no piano where we are staying, 80 I went and bought a mouth-organ.” JUST ONE QUESTION picnic was a chip on the other fellow’s shoulder. BEFORE W ARE MARRIED, MY DEAR—CAN YoU cooK? AT the present price of liquor, beg- gars can’t be boozers. comicbooks.com