Life — August 26, 1926 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Up unusually betimes for the final and ghastly details of closing the house and quitting it for our holiday, and after I had crammed the last tea strainer in the trunk of silver to be sent to the vault I did grasp with deeper comprehension than ever before the full force of the Biblical injunction against laying up for ourselves treasures upon earth where thieves break through and steal, albeit I have left one or two objets d'art lying conspicuously about in the hopeful expectation tha if any marauder do conquer the fa: enings which have been attached to our doors and win- dows, he will not overlook them in the inventory of his booty, and thereby deprive me of a facile explanation of their absence to their donors. I was reminded, too, when I did come upon some thin old silver spoons which had belonged to one of my ancestresses and which I had not noticed for years, of Angela Hargraves's plight when Bill Upton offered to trade some of his fine sherry and claret for some of her great-grandmother’s ware which he coveted, and of how Sam had encouraged her to the transaction with the comment, Go on, Angie, and take him up; it's a rare thing to come on any decent wine these days, whereas even the village smith’s sons have a few old spoons....By the morning train to Coopers- town, reading en route a book called “Mannequin,” wrote by Miss Fannie Hurst, in which the hero not only plans his newspaper copy with his fiancée but reads her long portions of it over the telephone after he has composed it, which is far more than a woman either in or out of love should have to bear. The author is also wrong, methinks, in her statement that real pearls are proof against vinegar, my doubt being so strong that I do not dare drop one of my carrings in the acid in order to test it. Arrived in time for tea, which was especially grateful after so tedious a journey, and there was a gentleman come in who did tell how at golf this afternoon a player had addressed his ball at prodigious length, missed it, and said rucfully, I certainly thought I was going to hit that ball! and how an onlooker waiting his turn had re- sponded, Well, for the first ten min- utes, so did I, A small company for dinner, of which I did gluttonously cat far more than was good for me, and so, after some pleasant conversation, to bed, very weary. August The majority of the house- Gt hold off to ride shortly after . daybreak, but I did keep shamefully to my couch, praying for Strength to withstand my desire for a hearty breakfast, and why it is I do long for hearty provender in the morn- ing the minute I strike the countryside I do not see, when it is all I can do to swallow a cup of coffee in town. But I did hold myself back through (Continued on page 32) Hot Afternoons in Montana ES, IT ALWAYS SAY, IF THERE'S A BREEZE GOING ANYWHERE WE GET IT ON OUR FRONT PORCH.” Gossip at the Church ITTY: They ought to get along. smokes, drinks, nor gambles. Betty: But she does. He neither The New Arithmetic Teacher: Wit.ie, WHAT DOES TWO AND TWO MAKE? Golfer’s Son: a roursoMe, MA’AM. comicbooks.com