Life — December 30, 1926 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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“WELL, my dear, I’m ACtually on the VERGE of committing MATrimony with him — can you BEAR it? But SERIOUSLY, my dear, any MINute I might MARRY him, I mean, because he ABsolutely FAS- cinates me because I mean he’s so kind of DIFf'rent— don’t you HONestly think he IS, my dear? I mean he’s so sort of eROTic-looking because he has a mus tache like Adolphe MENjou and he is ACtually FRIGHTfully intelLECtual, my dear, because I mean I ACtually can’t understand a WORD he's TALKing about, my dear, because I mean he is REALLY intel- LECtual and everything which comPLETE bDUES and BAFfles me, ‘T mean, because he is always TALK- ing about really HIGHbrow things which SIMply SLAY me. I mean I've NEVER had a beau who was so sort of poETic and everything because I mean I think that practically ALL the men you meet are very platiTUDinous and not a BIT oRIGinal or anything because I mean all they can say are kind of DUMB things that any GIRL can say he F, I mean, be- cause they are really NOT intell-ECtual or any- thing. But I mean I think we would ACtually be very HAPPY together because I mean he thinks I am really intelLECtual, too, because I mean he says he thinks I am DIFf'rent because he says I am so oRIGinal and CLEVer—can you BEAR it, my dear? But I mean he ACtually DOES because I mean he SIMply SHRIEKED, my dear, when we were doing a little light GOLFing the other day, I mean, and I made a SIMply marvelous DRIVE and he said ‘What a jolly good SHOT!’ or something like THAT, my dear, and I said ‘Damn clever these Chi- NE "— I mean he ACtually HOWLED, my dear, because . I mean he thought that was a FRIGHTfully uNIQUE remark, my dear—I mean he ACtually DID!" Lloyd Mayer. A Man of One Idea “PYASN'T Grimm any object in life?” “Yes, he’s devoting himself to proving the futility of existence.” Life | SUST BETWEEN US GIRLS She: weir, 1 t wa Nocturne T last he was on his way home. Gratefully, after the long day of instantaneous decisions and destiny-shaping commands, he contem- plated the peaceful evening which was to be his. Let those who yearn for power—for the niche to which only the great ones are called—pause to reflect for a moment on what this one man had done since he had plunged into the very midst of the tangle of perplexi- ties which he, and he alone, could surmount. At an hour earlier by far than that which finds us lesser toil- yy IT IMPROVES ers at our daily “ygan—sut it c tasks, he had reached the cav- ernous cloisters where were framed the terse masterly phrases to which the waiting thousands _ thrilled. Throughout the crowded pulsing hours his words had swayed and compelled, enraptured or ruthlessly cast down those who strained, breathless, to interpret to their own gain the veriest lift of his eyebrow. And now, for a few short hours, his life was his own, to do with as he would; free from the pressure of the responsibilities which his Jovian puissance entailed. Purchasing at a newsstand the final edition of his favorite tabloid, the subway guard proceeded towards his place of Jt residence. Arthur M. Sherwood, Jr. WY CARRIAGE?” RTAINLY INTER- FERES WITH your wacatn’!” e) E MARRIED YOU. FATHER WOULD NEVER HAVE LET You. comicbooks.com