Life — November 25, 1926 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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The Radio Announcer Broadcasts a Wedding “QTATION WVV2 stand by, folks, for a pew-to-pew de- scription of the McAllister-De Pin- ney nuptials, the gi cuse me, society event of th on the cathedral is jammed...1'm sitting here, right up under the altar v.ethere’s: Mr. and Mrs. William Mongle, Miss Bessie Huntington and the Van Zorn twins...how are you, Agnes?...my, my, my, I wish you could see Agnes Van Zorn, folks. she’s got on a coat that looks like real sable... .it is real, Aggie?...ha! ha! ha! she says if it isn’t her old man got stuck for six thousand + hello, . -hello, Mrs. Mazuma —my, you look sweet in that purple os’ feather... Mrs. Mazuma is wearing a very beautiful os - trich feather, folks... there’s Spud Onder- donk and Let- tice Winter- berry, all the way from Tux- edo... yes, yes, yes + every- body is certain- ly here. Sophie Tucker just came in with Otto Kahn on one arm and a German police dog on the other. ..she’s going to sing a little song, folks...no, too bad, sli didn't bring her music. . .this is sta- tio WVVA, broadcasting the Me- Allister-De Pinney nuptials and a pretty affair it is, all flowers and palms and society people. ..stand atest: batt—ex- Mar A WOMAN OF FEW Wworps “Brot Son WHY DOESN’T SOMEBODY PUT OUT AN ALL NIGHT PROTECTIVE RADIO SER- VICE FOR TIMID PEOPLE? easy, boys...there! hear that cheer- ing, folks?...here comes the bride .+-my, my, my, white satin and real lace all over and orange blossoms. . . must be about twelve hundred yards of real lace...little Alice Fitzhugh De Pinney, the blushing bride. ..as pretty as a picture and as cool as a cucumber from the Kantslip Wart- less Cucumber Company, through whose courtesy we are able to make this nation-wide broadcast of the Mc- Allister-De Pinney nuptials. ..the crowd is going wild. ..there she gocs down the aisle...she looks like a knockout...she is a knockout... she’s getting her final instructions from old man De Pinney. ..here they come down the aisle. ..get that tune, folks. ..her handlers—excuse me, bridesmaids are closing in. . .the maid of honor has on too much paint ...now!...the bride and = groom meet in the center of the altar. ..old Reverend Billy Marchmont, the ref- eree, is telling them the old boloney they nod their heads...she says ‘I do’... .-he says ‘I do’...there’s the ring. ..look out!...look out, Annie, it’s your last chance. ..there it goes over her finger. ..she’s down on her knees... he’s down on his knees... we're all down on our knees... Sophie Tucker is crying. ..almost over, folks...there, they're all up again...there goes the decision... the minister exchanges a right with the bride. . .he right with the groom. ..man and wife till death do ‘em part, folks. ..the bride and groom go into a clinch... AND THE FIGHT IS ON!!!!” Henry William Hanemann. exchanges another After Dinner IM: Have you a cigarette, old bean? Jor: No—let’s join the ladies! SHAKESPEARE ON THE RADIO IF 1 BEGIN THE BATTERY ONCE AGAIN, by, folks, it looks as if Somethi were going to happen. . .yes, they're roping us in the stalls—excuse me, pews ...here comes the groom, Mr. James Morton ‘Thursby McAllister ++she looks pretty good in his cut- away and his white spats...he has a gardenia in his buttonhole, but he looks a little green around the gills caving a little, but I guess the best man is a little boiled...he stumbles over _ the groom's foot but recovers...take it 1 owind. LEAVE. Henry V. THEN MY DIAL GOkS NOT TRUE All’s Well That Ends Well, comicbooks.com