Life — February 10, 1927 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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1 33 If I Ever Have Time for Things That Matter Iy Lever have time for things that mat- ter, If ever I have the smallest chance, Tm going to live in Little Broom Gardens, Moat-by-the-Castle, ttlecombe, Hants. I'll take my ease and never, never hurry, \nd sit for hours on the top of a stile, With a friend from Wookey, Cress-on-the-Water, Spennithorne-Baggot, Bury Saint Gile. Anything can happen, anything at all, With faith and a moat and a castle wall. With good Friar Tuck TM roam through the heather, Or shiver for a while by Wind- rush Rill, With a headless knight from Hangman’s Hollow, ally old ghost from Traitor’s Hill. Then home at dusk through cowslip meadows, And a seat on the settle when day is done, \ dish of tea and a Vennyworth of cockles, \ nuffin and a ecrumpet and a Big Bath bun. Why to Liverpool, why go to Leeds, Where nothing could happen that any one needs? —Vilda Sauvage Owens, in Scribuer's. The Whirligig of Life es in the Woedland, Wa: found his cow Friday e river and had a hard time park Plug orchestra played at ing home Sunday eve. Walter Colf broke his air rifle Sunday. Alfred Lee called on Clarence Anrys a few minutes last: Fric Igher’s car is at the grist mill He burned out the hy driving with a dry radiator. nt Wik has lost his ukulele. ls Iverson won the geography game Monday. Walter Colf burned out his flash-light hattery recently. Parker attended the show at Woodland Saturday night. —Spokane Spokesman-Review. Inscrutable “Ile was almost without facial ex; pression,” a novelist may write descrip- tively some day, “as his mother was a woman with an ideal bridge countenance, and his father had a perfect poker face.” —Detroit Free Press. “Unper separate cover,” wrote the piano company, “we are shipping you our latest model.” —Pennsyleania Punch Bovl. Bo | | “,... from an evening to a morning” Men come and they smile. In their rooms they whistle odd little tunes, tuneless tunes some- times, but tunes nevertheless like those that men hum when all is well. They seek a wel- come and they find it; they rub elbows with others asaggressive; they findagethatis strong; and they work and whistle tuneless tunes and they smile from a morning to an evening... Then there's the night. They pile into a bed high above the ebb and flow of streets, boun- tiful and pillowy beyond compare, and from an evening to a morning they rest in sleep that is sweet and sound... There are twenty-nine stories. There are twelve hundred rooms. All have bath. All are above the seventh floor, T. Protect you on you: your receipted bill an ace: light and pleasant; all are out- side. 560 of themare priced at four and five dollarsa Ae Five dining rooms fit your whim and purse. Asyouregisterwe'll do our utmost to care for you quickly; and pleasingly all dur- ing your stay. Here, men say, is one of America’s great hotels. ‘THE BOOK-CADILLAC HOTEL COMPANY DETROIT Roy Carruthers, President rney home, you'll find attached to it insurance policy. Should you suffer accident, you will receive $25.00 weekly over a long term for wholly disabling injuries; $2500.00 for loss of limb; and your heirs would receive $5000.00 in case of accidental death. It guards you and yours for 24 hours, until you are safely home again. comicbooks.com