Life — January 6, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Pirate the Gold of Southern Skies French Line Cruise to the Caribbean Srom February Sth to March 6th CORAL isles looped with jewelled foam— spiced fragrant winds that stir the fancy — ports flaunting exotic color—all while the North is bleak and grey. Down towards the South- ern Cross, where the Spanish Main rolls in its haunting beauty. Thrill to its spell—hold it to dream of — through the thirty magic days of this eventful cruise. THE S. S. LAFAYETTE sails to this clime of palms and bou- gainvillea—out of the cold Atlantic into the Gulf Stream— where golden seaweed floats lazily in sapphize waters. Throughout the cruise, the ship is your home —its comfort and luxury welcome you back from each joyous shore trip—with continuous gayeties— parties—dances aboard, Stops at Nassau, Bermuda, Kingston, so smartly British, Havana, La Guaira, a touch of old Spain, Curacao, Colon—No passports required. Sailing from Philadel phia February Sth Just at the season’s rawest—a few hours—the decks blossom out with light summery frocks—gone is the winter—left far behind. Fares $325 to $1200 including shore excursions, Trench Line 19 State Street, New York City Write us or any French Line Agent or recognized Tourist Office for brochure Life The Stranger’s Tale E was gaunt and lean and hag- gard, He was ragged past belief, And his face was seared with fur- rows That bespoke a poignant grief. Yes, I've had my share of sorrow (He exclaimed in plaintive tone) ; For no man has ever suffered Half the suffering I've known, I was young once—rich and hand- some, I had wealth at my command; | Titled ladies tried to woo me, Lovely maidens. sought my hand. But their beauty failed to move me, All their charm I brushed aside, Till one night, ah, fateful evening! I beheld my future bride. Like a thistledown she floated O'er the polished ballroom floor, And I vowed in adoration She'd be mine forever more, Oh, how ardently I wooed her! How I worshiped at her shrine! Till one fragrant night in springtime She consented to be mine. Came the day when we were wedded; As we left her father’s door Little dreamt I, in my gladness, What the future had in store. “Dear,” she said to me that evening, Giving me a fond caress, “Dear,” she said, “I have deceived you; I have something to confess. “Don't despise me, love, I beg you; I scarce know how to begin. I have long kept something from you! Sweetheart, I’m a Siamese twin!” Quickly I recoiled in horror, Back I started from my bride. Then I noticed for the first time Some one standing at her side. ’Twas her younger sister Ethel, Standing there beside my wife, Little Ethel, three years younger, Fastened firm to her for life. ‘Twas the blindness of my passion That had kept me from the truth, And I always had been rather Unobservant since my youth. Then I spoke with bursting sorrow: “You must choose 'twixt her and me! Though the parson made us one, dear, Now it seems he made us thre | A Sure Way To End Dandruff There is one sure way that never fails to remove dandruff completely, and that is to dissolve it. Then you destroy it en- tirely. To do this, just apply alittle Liquid Arvon at night before retiring; use enough to moisten the scalp and rub it in gently with the finger tips. By morning, most, if not all, of your Gandruff will be gone, and two or three more applications will completely dissolve and entirely destroy every single sign ond trace of it, no matter how much dandruff you may have. i You will find, too, that all itching of the ecalp will stop instantly and your hair will be lustrous, glomy, silky and soft, and look and feel a bus: ired times better. You can get Liquid Arvon at any drug store, and a four ounce bottle is all you will necd. ‘This eimple remedy bas never been known tofail. & 2 Clown ARVON = UQUID ARVON “Ah,” she cricd, “don’t drive me from you! . Don’t you sce you break my heart? For I pledged my dying mother From my sister ne'er to part.” More in anger than in sorrow Out I plunged into the rain From that tragic wedding evening— I ne'er saw my wife again. That’s how I became a ruin, That's the reason for my fall. Never trust a woman, Mister; Double-faced deceivers all. Newman Levy. ‘Metropolitan Comforts in a Re- sort Hotel of Distinction.” Larg- est in Bermuda—400 outside tooms,325 with baths. Orchestra, allsporesall winter. Ratesattrac: tive. Fireproof. Opens Jan. 10. comicbooks.com