Life — September 1, 1927 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Life ; Our Foolish {i7<Contemporaries Dans Eaet-Ontemp “Aut Scissors aut Nullus’ Who Cares? Aw elderly lady in Kensington got a rude shock recently, and her opinion of the modern young woman, which wasn't very high before, is now about fifty below zero, ‘The pretty wife of a leading theatrical manager called to ob- tain the character of a new maid she proposed to engage. She was tidy, sober and honest, the old lady told her, punc tual, respectful, and, indeed, everything that was desirable. “But I will not con- I from you that she is a lee-tle bit dof the n 23 Oh,” replied bh visitor, cheerfully, “that’s all right! I'm fond of them my- Grandfathers Classified Ose of the grandfathers of a small boy is a man of leisure, who is not able to work, the other is a night detective at one of the downtown hofels, One day “MARIE, TAKE THE DOG OUT; E Wis nO BI f RIES SARE TUES Even ae the boy, after sitting in deep study for ndagsnisse-Striz (Stockholm). several minutes, remarked ve got two grandpas. One of them Disillusion Nocturne is just a plain grandpa and the other one Wen in the spring, he vows in glee The big woods; night in camp; — is @ sleeping policeman.” “My wife is all the world tot hing stillness, broken only by the Indianapolis News. Then he admits, in early fall, > patter of tiny raindrops on the “The world’s a small place, after all!" Cabin roof! Business —Carolyn Wells, in The big woods; trout streams burbling yu engaged to him?” Ladies’ Home Journal —in the distance, large raindrops smack- answered the prudent girl. ing on the win- I have requested time to verify re- Intercepted dow panes and ports on his title and fortur Wie (cho has caught her husband ( trickling under “That is not an engagement. That is squandering a penny on fortune-telling aes the sill. an option."—Washington Star. The big, dark ay\ machine): HWimt So you're to. he 0 = | - beautiful and charming wife, are you? NS woods! Bi \ New York writer says the man who Not while I'm alive, Horace—not while and better rain- invented the circus calliope never made I'm alive!—Humorist (London) r drops b« g a-cent out of it, which seems more than vad 4 fair.—Detroit News. nder-cover agent is known by the WINSTON cHvacni ene aaa ture from through Moriten is the necessity of convention “ " <St. Louis Post-Dispatch. ee eke on the supper Ideas (London). . table, The great big, black woods! Ungentle rain socking the life out of the open fire and hitting below the blaze. The bigger and blacker woods! ‘The wind fouls the chimney and knocks out the kerosene lamp. ~ The awful big bloomin’ inky-black woods! The doggone raindrops raising a heck of a row in the pails set on the floor to catch some of ‘em, anyway. Night in camp, no umbrellas movies twenty-nine miles away. Hoarding, in Brooklyn Daily Eagle. In Line “Stems queer to see the drug stores stocking golf clubs.” Not at all. Doctors are prescribing golf extensively.” Louisville Courier-Journal. Cannibal Queens ou, waist a mse Tare is whatywe make it for a time, The Artist (to model): wer, way onace! but finally the children are old enough DON'T YOU CoM OUT?—DON'T YoU ymun Friend: wants 7, to make it even worse. WANT TO Pose? MADAM? Milwaukee Journal. The Model: y-ves—wer you Mest MY OHUSIAND'S TUESED CrarraniAaN !” PROMISE NOT TO LOOK Guitérres (Madrid). Ain-Mimica!—Smith’s Weekly. Kuen Humor (Madrid). comicbooks.com