Life — January 6, 1927 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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The Master Craftsman LL his life, it seemed, Horace Q. Elbow had suffered from the joke about plumbers. en as a little boy, he had often cowered in fear behind his mother’s skirts when his father, as good a man as ever wiped a joint, would suddenly explode as he turned the leaves of a newspaper or a stray ma| “Don't ery,” his mother had con- soled little Horace, “it’s just another joke about plumbers forgetting tools. 1 do wish Papa wouldn’t read the papers—they upset him so,” And now on the morrow Horace was to become a plumber in his own name. He was about to become the butt of all the crude humor of the jokesmiths. Was he? Not if he and his little wife could help it, Horace reflected. For all the last fortnight his little helpmate had worked on his great idea. When morning came, and he was ready to start to work, Horace was arrayed in a fool-proof plumb- er's costume, fitted with scores of vol- uminous pockets for tools, none of which could be removed without the key to the master lock. Horace was about to do his share to annihilate the canard that plumbers are for- getful. ‘Ten minutes after arriving at his office the first hurry call for a plumber came. He waited only long enough to finish the morning paper, telephone his wife, polish the furniture and chat with seve of his neighbors before responding to the summons. He would show them, he resolved, that here was one plumber who was on the job. A moment's quick inspection of the plugged sink, and Horace was ready to swing into action. With a supercilious glance at the cynical householder who stood by, sus- piciously watching his every move, Horace reached for pocket 1 A K of the Complete Plumber's Costume. “Don’t pull that old one,” Horace warned, “because I want you to know—" He stopped suddenly. He had remembered that the key to the master lock was in his other trousers, Roy I. Fricken, ‘7 ¥RO in sales effort—sending 4 something to Dean Inge on ap- proval, “She Shifted for Herself.” Watch for the John Held cover on the AUTOMOBILE NUMBER, next week! “....anad so to bed” They come, these captains of the earth, to this huge Detroit sprawling from Erie to St. Clair, they come laden with the affairs of statesmen, players, authors, engineers, men who plan and build and sell, and at night they return to this inn of tranquillity to eat andtorest-—‘‘AND SOTO BED." . . . Insucha place, with such hosts to serve you, the wears of the world retire for a little while and you find contentment. Only here, we have been told, are beds as soft and as pillowy as these beds; and every one is seven stories at least above the street, high enough to transform the noises of the night into a low musical murmur, a murmur that lulls you into a deep sleep, a sweet sleep, a sleep profound and all- consoling. There are twenty- nine floors, there are twelve hundred rooms, all have bath, all are outside, and 560 are priced at four and five dollars a day. Here you'll find a true welcome in one of America's great hotels. THE BOOK-CADILLAC HOTEL COMPANY DETROIT Roy Carruthers, President You will receive $25.00 weekly over a long term for wholly o disabling injuries; $1500.00 for loss of limb; and those depend- ents of yours would receiv ¢ $soco. 00 in case of accidental death, Such an accident insurance policy is attached to your receipted bill a the Book-Cadillac Hotel. Ir protects you and yours for 24 hours from that minute, until you are safely home again. comicbooks.com