Life — March 17, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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ELL, my dear, having been conSUMED for eabe with a MAD desire to see this exCRU- Irish ROSE’ thi i you KNOW y in WITnessing it the other night and ACtually, my dear, I SIMply HOWLED beca ause I mean I don’t care what ANYbody s: my HONestly think it RIGHT fully CL I mean, cause I me: instead of being all kind of comPL and everything the way all the that are supposed to be so SMART a and I mean I could HC ly FOL! low a every WORD of it without HINKing about it at AL se I mean it’s just NOTHing at all in the LONG a lot of TRIPE but I mean I was SIMply conVULSED, my dear. Well, ANYways, my dear, you see the PLOT of it is that this BOY, you see, who is sup- posed to be vish gets MARRIED three or four TIMES to this GIRL who is supposed to be IRISH but I mean this boy’s FATHER thinks she is JEWish until he finds OUT is IRISH and I mean it just goes on ENDlessly like THAT, I mean, until in the LAST act ev rything ends HAPpily because I mean instead of ing just ONE baby tl » TWINS, one of which is IRISH and one 1, you see, which sort of REConciles E 5 body—can you BEAR it, my dear? But ANYways I think it is a FAR better PLAY than that POISONous ‘What Price GLORY’ thing because I mean there isn’t a BIT of SHOOT- ing in it ANYwheres, my dear—I mean there ACtually ISN'T!” Lloyd Mayer. They Sent Regrets “Howry 'D Spratt get the black eye?” “Had another argument with that large wife of his. She asked what they should wear to the fancy dress ball—and he suggested going cither as ‘Flesh and the Devil’ or ‘Mahomet and the Mountain.’ ” Middle Age L°t the young rain of spring perfume the earth So we may walk on scented paths, and sweet, In the wild moment when a love nears birth, Unconscious of disa$ter round our feet. I'll think of you, my dear, when, later on, I nurse the cold that settles in my chest. Don’t sniffle, darling, for a love that’s gone. Nature, the wise one, Nature knows what's best. James Kevin McGuinness, Justice in Gehenna S* N: It was unfortunate that you, one of the great Younger Novelists, were cut down in your prime, then, one always finds consolation in one’s Art Jove! What's that, she sneered chortled Oswald, marriage is the refuge of nitwits.... s u bore me, Mortimer, : alie, as she tapped a cigarette on her right calf AT CGNe TES she was babbling of vir- tue, the tall youth remarked noncha- lantly as he d his absinthe into his Aunt Polly's f. virtue! came Harriette Ps voice from her boudoir, is that a new drink? What dull louts one comes in contact with these days, Margharetta said with a vacant smile as the car sped over the prostrate mayor of Tarrytown Yes, Mr. Younger Novelist, these dots are monotonous, but you're the first guest ¢ had an opportunity to use them on, and our supply is inexhaustible Gerald Cosgrove. Important HY has your boss stopped going to the golf links?" “He's afraid London might want him on the tele- phone.” Traffic Cop: sav, Lavy, Do YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE A car? Fair Motorist: ou, yes. WHAT 18 IT YOU WISH TO KNow? comicbooks.com