Life — February 17, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ST. “SUE LEFT. SUE CAUGHT ME KISSING MY WIFE.” Nes Peps Diar re) January Awake betimes, glancing eagerly at the triple 1 headlines of the journals, but they concerned 25th only the Chinese situation and pronounce- ments on the State tax, matters which are to me neither comprehensible nor exc My husband ‘does’ acense me of glancing at the news scctions of the public prints only in the hope that John D. Rockefeller has been nging in the streets, that Bishop Manning has found s run off with a chorus girl, ete., and I do confess that such revelations would not be altogether displeasing to me. This morning, however, I could summon up no interest in the accounts of the Browning trial, forasmuch as the principals fall so far short of the proportions which Aristotle set down as requisite for the protagonists of tragedy, and I do regret that the whole dismal bus nevs has put into my mind a conception of which I shall have some trouble to rid my- self, i. e¢., Elizabeth Bar- rett. (Peaches) Browning. Shortly after breakfast did arrive the question book, “Ask Me Another,” about which Mr. Esty did come to interview me in the fall, and Sam so entranced with its contents that he stopped at home all day, testing me and himself on the various quiz- zes and setting our marks beside those of the cele- brated exemplars, nor did we do so badly, neither, al- beit I was vexed not to know what was meant by “The Old Lady of Threadneedle Street” and “Mother Carey's Chickens.” or what deben- 1x My ture bonds and statutes of limitation are, or who said (Continued on page 31) George’s Father: TAKE THE GEORGE, TREE? Little George (after reading a “true” magazine): FATHER, AS AN EXAMPLE TO OTIIERS, WHO MAY WALK — PATH OF SIN, I WILL CONF THE HOPE THAT OTHERS WILL REALIZE B FATAL STEP THAT 1 WILL UNBURDEN MY SOUL TO YOU, elc., etc. DID YOU CUT DOWN THAT Mid-Year WHEN I consider x and y and = Co-ordinating on a boundless plane, And while I strive, with unremitting pain, To intersect an undiscovered ¢ Approaching zero at infinity, Subtly I sense the shadow of my bane; Too late I realize my star must wane, Occulting wisdom at its perigee. Beyond the calculus the planets roll— Fainting, I trace the logarithmic curve: Sine y must equal r—O tortured soul! Log x must equal y—must reason swerve To madness? Must my faltering hopes be sunk? A cissoid laugh—a cycloid scream—I flunk! John R. Swain, Bigger and Better “TSEE by the Banner that the Bigger and Better Jonesville Committee thinks the city ought to have a landing field and is trying to raise half a million dol- lars to buy one.” The gray-haired traveling salesman was addressing the night clerk of the Hotel New Trianon. “The Banner says that if Jonesville gets an airport it will become the greatest center of transcon- tinental air traffic in the Middle West. If that news ever gets to Chicago it will certainly knock real estate prices flat, with everybody leaving the city and moving to Jonesville. I understand the field will be located on the Hall farm, which the heirs of Old Man Hall are will- ing to sell, as a sacrifice for their town, for four hundred thousand dollars. “Raising money is a little slow just now be cause some of the best boosters haven't paid their pledges to the Greater Jonesville Municipal Roman Baths and Recrea- tion Center and some are behind in their payments to the Greater Jonesville Little Theatre Movement. Even the Bigger and Bet- ter Jonesville Committee itself is behind, and some- body told me that there is some danger that the paid secretary won't be paid So I don’t expect to make Jonesville by air for sev eral months at least.” McCready Huston. Timed INKS: I've decided to support my mother. Binks: I have to make out my income tax, too. NOTHER thing that doesn't turn out as it should is the automobile just ahead of you. see eIT 1S WITH FORE THEY comicbooks.com