Life — December 2, 1926 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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N My breakfast tray long in coming, for that OU. Katie's ation with the news account atie’s preoccupation wi ie ne: 9th of the Hall-Mills case had caused her to burn three consignments of toast. Nor did I myself fall to the journals without avidity, marvelling at the stupidity of some of the cross-examinations, as, for instance, when ling denied that the pig woman had spoken to was immediatcly asked if she had inquired a direction, and had it been myself on the stand, Mr. McCarter would have drawn the pert response which he merited. In regard to crime in general, I do become daily more impressed by the ease with which actual or suspected perpetrators of it do elude or stand out against legal proc- esses and punishment, being certain that they i have me in the Tombs inside of thirty minules after 1 had committed the most negligible statutory offense....Off betimes to Dr. Eckley to have a tooth fixed, and when I did ask if he would be obliged to make much use of that damn- able little wheel, he said, No, and, thank God, spoke the truth. Then to visit Marge Boothby in hospital, where she has gone for reparations on a defective toe, and she did look so com- fortable surrounded by the latest publi- cations and the most costly food and floral offerings that for a moment I did almost wish that some minor malady might be- fall me so that I could take my ease in the same luxuri- ous fashion, In the Competition Mes. “Pep’s “Diary By Baird Leonard afternoon to hear some music with Peggy Herford and Manie Howland, and liked -in especial the Brahms, who does remind me of Keats, and who can almost make me forget the hideousness of concert stages, looking as they do like part of the barn cleared out for the show to which the children admit you for ten buttons. My husband not home for dinner, and no word from him, neither, which did so distress me that I was at some pains to force down the almond sole, celery knobs, etc., of which I am ordinarily so fond, but towards the end of the meal he did appear with a story of how Bob Ban- ning had telephoned him to go and sele the icebox of a certain butcher who was kecping it for him, and how whilst he was choos- ing it the butcher had left him to answer the telephone, the door had slammed to, and he was im- prisoned for over an hour before the butcher remembered about him or heard his thumpings. As he smelled more of fish than of liquor, and had the game with him besides, I did credit him. Lay late, ponderin; ew this and that, in ape 10th cial how the tendency of late on the part of both critics and laity is to overpraise not only things which are exceedingly good but those half-way passable, so that when one views them for one-self, there is a let- down of enjoyment superinduced by overwhetted an- pation. The other day, for in- stance, I did hear Raquel Meller, and whilst I did enjoy the afternoon tre- mendously and ap- preciate to the full the exquisite nu- ances of her art- istry, I found my- self, fromthe hurly-burly of her introduction to this country, constantly (Please turn to page 64) comicbooks.com