Life — July 28, 1927 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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“AND WHET DID Volek COMING MOSES I “SENT IN AN ovr or 4 AEE Te .0 WHEN HE HEARD GoD’s 1k BURNING Busi?” APPLAUSE CARD.” In the Henry Ford Manner “7 HEREWITH apologize for the attempts of and other officers and men to suppress the revolution instigated the American colonists. Owing to my manifold King of Eng- land, I had not had an opportunity to learn that America had even been discovered. (Signed) Groror III.” “* @ my generals by duties as “I neo to assure my good friends in the South that there is no truth in the report that I wish to free the Altho it has been called attention that nancipation Proclamation, to my I signed some sort of I hasten to explain that I did not have a chance to read the document, through pressure of other business. (Signed) A. Lixcoun.” * + “Tiere is a eral misappre- hension, which I desire hereby to correct, that I was responsible for the World War. Being much occu- pied at the time (1914-18) posing for my portrait (you know how these photographers are), I was not aware that a war was in progress. I'm very sorry it happened. (Signed) Kaiser Witnece IT.” Nes Ros Diary July At home again, ) ath tfacting the Fourth holi- day pleasantly in Coopers- town, and greatly depressed over the bills which did accumulate in our absence, in especial the one for the black straw hat which I do know I shall never wear, forasmuch as I am convinced it does make me look like a yeoman of the guard, or sou thing, albeit it seemed quite suitable in the shop and all beholders do speak it fair. Impressed, too, with the fact that our ice company does now enclose an addressed envelope for the return of its remittance, the best step yet, methinks, in its long- winded campaign against artificial refrigeration. But I was indeed astonished to find that two tiny com- munications, which looked like birth announcements or invitations to a children’s party, from big, strong men trying to sell real estate, showing the depths to which the com- mercial mind now stoops in order to conquer. To luncheon with some of our Crony Club, where there was much discussion of the transporta- tion scandal over the last week-end, the crowds the Grand Central alone bearing out Mrs. Browning's “A holiday of miserable men is sad- der than a burial day of kings,” and Tim Ebbsmith told how his father, having waited patiently in a line of fifty-odd several days before in or- der to get tickets for Lamb's Lake, had forgotten his destination by the time he finally reached the window and had fided to the clerk that it was a lake named for some animal, but it was no good, and he must needs do the whole thing over again. All this evening over Mary Roberts Rinehart’s “Lost Ecstasy,” a story in which the love of an Eastern maid for a man of the Great Open Spaces is taken very serious deed, and such be a. could have done with considerably more of Aunt Bessie, the only char- acter in the book with any humour, and so impressed was I with her habit of grimacing before mirrors in order to limber up her facial muscles that I do purpose to try it myself, and then, mayhap, I shall be more successful in keeping my moods out of my expression than T now am. (Continued on page 31) after pro- were in comicbooks.com