Life — January 6, 1927 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Life “M* dear, I was ACtually too imPRESSED because l I mean I heard this sort of FRIGHT fully HIGH- brow ARtist person talk on the new ART or something last NIGHT, my dear, and I mean it was ACtually the most FAScinating thing you've ever KNOWN be- cause I mean he sort of ILlustrated what he SAID, my dear, and I mean I simply HOWLED, my dear, at some of the PICtures and things because I mean they were HONestly the MOST poisonous-looking things you've ever KNOWN, my dear—I mean they ACtually WERE because they are of the baZAR school of painting or something, he said, my dear, which means that they are kind of peCULIAR-looking, I mean, and I mean I ACtually got BORED stiff looking at all kind of dis- TORted PICtures, my dear, with kind of POISonous COLORS sort of RIOTing all OVER them be- cause I mean I ACtually think he was holding HALF of them up- side DOWN, my dear, because they kind of looked less POISon- ous that way. And I mean I HONestly can't HELP it but I ACtually think that these NUDE effects in the baZAR school or the baZIRRE school or whatever it is are SIMply VILE because I mean the TORsos and things are all out of proPORtion and I mean I think ARtists who do those kind of PAINTings are ACtually sort of NUTTY or something because they are ACtu- ally the most reVOLTing things I've ever S my dear —I mean they ACtually ARE!” Lloyd Mayer. From Chagrin INKS: Why are you so sure Julie wasn’t kissed when they turned out the lights? Jinks: Because she was the only girl who was blushing when they were turned on again! “1 WANT A MAGAZINE THAT COMES RIGHT OUT AND says THINGS!” Invocation. SOME tune their lyres to chords of grief; to heartache and to pain; They sing of lives no sunshine cheers—that only know the rain. In misery unspeakable what countless millions live Without the gleam of happiness a merry song might give! Ah! may my song breathe life and hope; of flowers and God's free air! For me the lays of faith and youth—not dirges of despair! With bards of gloom and mournfulness oh! let me claim not kin! I'll sing the songs of sweetness—they bring the sugar in! Baron Ireland, Special Dispatch NEAR-RIOT developed to-day at a meeting of the National Association of Editors of Tabloid News- papers, when it was proposed that the organization's annual medal of appreciation be awarded this year to Aimée Semple McPherson in recognition of her evangeli- cal work among the California kidnapers. Put in the form of a motion by a Boston editor, the suggestion met immediate and determined opposition from Bernarr. Macfadden of the New York delegation. “There can be no doubt,” said Mr. Macfadden, doing a setting-up exercise, “that this year’s medal—forward, up, back —should go to—three, four— —Frances Heenan Browning— bend, up, turn—for her notable contributions to English—one, two—literature. I move 7 “Motion already before the house!" interposed Editor Payne, also of New York. “And anyway, I think we ought to find some one in the Hall-Mills eo “Speaking of motions,” put in Mr. Hearst, “why not give the medal to Gilda Gray or Marion Davies? Say " Before he could finish, the Countess Catheart was proposed, to be followed in close succession by Joyce Hawley, Earl Carroll and their majes Queen Marie of Rumania and King Ben of the House of David. At the time of going to press, the situation had got entirely out of hand; threats filled the a several of the associated editors had even gone so far as to inti- mate, boldly, that there were among their number some not wholly given to truth-telling. Richard L, Turner. EACHER: And who was the Father of His Country? Puri: Daddy Browning. comicbooks.com Ly r t f ee