Life — February 3, 1927 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Tabloid History of America Sex Lure Stirs Ver Bass Asks Heart Bath A SIMPLE little girl in a tiny Maryland town— A soldier, a man of the world, glorified with all the trappings of war— Romance, brief and heartbreak- in; tind now—the sordid purlieus of the Court of Domestic Relations where “Babs” Frietchie, pretty and hardly looking her admitted sixteen , is asking $100,000 dam- n Gen. Thomas J. (“Stone- ckson, of the Confederate forces, alleging breach of promise. It all started—but, no, let little Babs tell her own story. “We all heard there was going to be a parade,” she sobbed, “and I love to watch the soldiers march by, so I went to the window. Mother had never told me it was wrong to watch the parades, so how did I know? 30om, boom, boom ! went the drums, and toodle-vodle-oo! went the fifes. Oh, I was sa excited! And then I saw the General— Mr. Jackson. Oh, but he looked so ‘hand- some — and — and good!” And here Babs gave a bit- ter little laugh, the laugh of the first poignant disillua- sion vf youth, a laugh that spelled the ashes of child- ish hopes. “So I jumped up and down and screamed and waved my little flag that dear Papa had given me two years earlier when the Kiks had their clambake at the Point Potomac ino and Picnic Elys And the General — Mr. Jackson—looked right straight into my cyes and smiled and stopped the soldicrs and made up a little poem that he recited to me right there in front of all the world. It went: ELIZA CROSSING THE EYES. TES, Heunes RATA Pu ‘ te om “‘Gray-tresses, Gray-tresses, wilt thou be mine? By column of squads, right front into line!’ “But,” and her voice broke pa- lly, “he n-never came back. They said he'd gone y to fight the Unions, and I think it’s horrid to fight. And then I learned he was m-married. So I entered suit for one hundred cool grand, not that I need the money, but I want him to s-suffer as I have s-suffered !” Jackson has entered a categorical denial of all charges. Tip Bliss. Self-Service “TVE been watching that mechanic for the last fifteen minutes. There's a = man_ that knows his business. He didn’t spill a drop of oil on the mudguard. He put down the hood gent tened it 3 and left no fin- gerprints on it. He_ wiped _ his hands on clean waste before opening the door, spread a clean cloth over the upholstery, meshed the gears noiselessly and then drove slowly and with caution into the street.” “Yeah. That's his own car.” HETHER it is art or Art seems to depend chiefly upon whether you capitalize it or Capital- ize it. : THE SCIENTIFIC FARMER COVERS A NEW WAY TO PROTEC HIS CORN FIELD. Twenty Years of Progress “TRHERE has certainly been a great improvement in the news- paper comic sections in the last twenty years.” “Yes; one hardly ever sees the colors run together any more.” Big Laughs of the Past HUMPTY DUMPTY SOFT-BOILED E LEARNS THAT BOUNCE. T comicbooks.com