Life — March 3, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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CNecs Lops Diary , Reading this morning in February the Herald Tribune that 7th twenty years ago this day crépe de Chine was advertised at twenty-nine cents a yard, I was at some pains not to burst into tears, for Lord! -y now and then an item on some drape nvoice reads like an installment on international reparations, but when I examine it more closely, turns out to be the ma- terial required to make me an under- slip. Looking at the news from Palm Beach, I did marvel that so many of the persons featured in the annual dispatches therefrom are never heard of anywhere else. I did mark in the publishers’ announce- ments that a book on contract bridge has been wrote by Florence Irwin, whose argument against doubling a no-tramp bid I do hold to be as staunch and significant an outline of policy as was Burke's speech on con- ciliation with the colonics. But I doubt if I shall go in seriously for the latest variant of the game, the scale of loss being so much greater that Sam’s sanguine view of the possibil- ities of thirtes indifferent cards would eventually reduce us to ob- To luncheon at an’s, and he did tell how poor Jim Mitchell had fallen down and knocked out a tooth whilst be- i ed home Between two coun- try | last week-end, and had in- sisted upon stopping and searching straightway for the missing molar, nor could he be persuaded to stagger onward until his con- ductor had convinced him that it would be better to come back and look for it in the Spring. Another man told how a friend of his coming down from Canada with a bottle of fine whiskey had been enjoined by the porter to leave a kind note containing a five-dollar bill hard by the bottle, which he did, enjoining the inspector to have a heart. In the morn- ing he found two bottles of whiskey The Life of the Party She: ecpert! 1 WAS NEVER so MORTIFIED IN MY LIP TALKED incessantly At 5 THEY MUST HAVE THOUGHT You’D ROUGUT ONE oP THOSE books! Explanation ONES has odd ideas about bosses. He thinks they have reached ex- ecutive positions through — sheer ability. He believes them incapable of meanness, pettiness, or injustice. He knows it is quite all right for his superior to reach the office at eleven, while he is required to report for duty at nine each morning. He thinks his chief should take at least two afternoons off cach week to play golf. He is convinced that the opinion of the boss on business, archi- tecture, the theatre, finance, politics, literature, old prints, Scotch, chess moves, and any other odds and ends is worth its weight in gold. Sounds poisonous, doesn’t he? Spineless and uninteresting. But —I think he is great. T am his boss, S.P. A Real “‘Cunjer”’ you believe a rabbit's foot ever brought good luck?” “You bet! My wife felt one in my pocket once and thought it was a mouse.” TRANGE that the rising gen- SCOTCH CHILDREN LEARNING TO ROLL THEIR “R’s,” (Cont. on page 28) eration is never up till noon. comicbooks.com