Life — May 12, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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LASTING BEAUTY... LASTING USEFULNESS! —for your fired bag, too PARRING PARTNER (to prize- + fighter): So long, kid; don’t take any brass knuckles. ARRN PATTERN ralin Joifet ware LOOK FOR THE NAME=<THE SAFEGUARD OF QUALITY ITH fashions what they are nowadays, a woman can barely escape from almost anything. ARE you looking for @ vacation with a lot of pep, a jolly crowd, and never a dull moment? ‘Then go to a Bungalow Camp. Eat up the trails on horseback. Sit and sing by the blazing camp fire, Watch the moon ride the mountains. Just pick cone or all of the eight | Bungalow Camps. The cost? $5.50 a day. CANADI® PACIFIC ‘Write Hocel Department, Windsor Station, Montreal, or, local Canadian Pacific Offices. Mention B.C.~7 13 been ‘led a \+4'4 Drab Blonde? —depressing, wasn’t it? was it? Isn't your hair a bit unin- ee ins necessary! A. Het is 20 wi Golden Glint will Sakge athe, TPO? self ax homes 336 at drug or SUS Py opr Con oeD eee. W.Kost Co., Rainier Ave., Seattle, Wash. Golden Glint SHAMPOO Mrs. Pep’s Diary (Continued from page 14) poor, so when he does put this and that off on me on the grounds of consideration for the elderly, | do smile to myself and set grimly to work. To luncheon with Lydig Loomis, who was full of a part she had been to last night whereat ward politicians had been brought up from the East Side to mingle with the beau monde, and it did remind me of the district leader years ago who, finding himself temporarily alone in a drawing-room with the wife of his host, and being at a des- perate loss for conversation, finally quoth, “I'll betcha ten dollars I can lift the piano!” Lay late, pondering this and that, in especial why one cannot touch one’s forehead without being asked if one has a headache, what I should do if I should ever board a taxicab whose driver did not match the photo- graph within, why the pure in heart are such sorry help in time of trou- ble, ete. Then, whilst ordering the groceries, a terrible sense of my own inefficiency did come upon me, for in spite of the vast sums my parents did lay out upon my education, I doubt if I could be trusted to re- move the sand from two pounds of spinach. So, lest I become morbid about it and be later found wander- ing around the Grand Central Sta- tion in ignorance of my identity, up and to the shops to buy something lovely which I could not afford, but even a chiffon breakfast jacket which Du Barry might have envied did not set me up sufficiently, there being no hills to wl lift up mine eyes, I did decide that Leon Errol was the next most effective panacea, nor was I mis- taken, neither, for I did go to “Yours Truly” all by myself and laugh so prodigiously at his antics that at- tempts to stifle my mirth sounded like minor wails of agony, and were greatly relished by all who sat near me. And when I did catch a piece of the artificial fruit which he threw out over the audience, my cure was complete, for it was the first realiza- tion of a lifelong ambition, albeit last Autumn I should have had one of Raquel Meller’s bunches of violets had my next neighbor been more mannerly and less predatory. Baird Leonard. Looking Backward Sim Laxpox Roxarp has mentioned that twelve years ago there were ofly three saxophone players in England Those were the good old days. —Everybody’s Weekly (London). ~\\ \ [r comicbooks.com