Life — September 15, 1927 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Lech She: wily so DOWN-HEARTED, BILL? WOULDN'T SYLVIA WAIT UNTIL YOUR HICH UNCLE DIED? He (despondently): No, sie RIED HIM LAST NIGHT. MAR- The Fiction Negro Makes a Purchase “FEY, dere, big boy get waited on. Is I does, or does I ain't?” “Aw, don’t get’n a hurry.” Dat’s what I ain't got e but.” What'll_y’ have, Gen'ral?” ‘ays which?” ‘Aw, figger out what y’ want!" . gitate aroun’ an’ show scrumdalious in the way ob s'spenders.” “What color—red?" “Big boy, dat’s what I ain't got nothin’ else but.” Blue, then?’ “Nossuh, not that theah pigmint !" “How about orange ?' “Now you's sayin’ words! de fondest color [ is of.” “Here y' are. Got the jack to pay f'r ‘em? “Boy, dat’s what I nothin’ else but!" E. B. Crosswhite. I craves to nothin’ pu en me somepin Dat's ain't got Located . HAT was in the parcels the deceased was carry- ‘ towel; half « chocolates, — three kodak films, a framed picture, an electric heater, a box of cigars, a dollar watch, two ra- dio tubes and a bathing suit.” “Ah! said the Great Detec- tive. “He had just come from a drugstore.” Two new pound of Tommy: My pav’s DAD, AND HE PLAYS A BETTER Willie: tuat’s Nova BLow Life Nes Pe ie Diaryr August (Lord’s Day.) Burned my ton, prodigiously 21st this morning in my zcal to acquire the money which floated a-top my bri ast tea, so that no sum which I am likely to win at cards or on a steeplechaser at Sara- toga will offset its agony. A-bed awhile, pondering some of the in- justices of life, in especial that such delectable vanilla caramels as I have found in the village should be fattening, that a community with and lavish advantages should be void, save for unavailable valets, of an individual who can cut hair, and that one’s raiment insured against porch furniture. ‘Then up and at my husband to accompany me to divine service, but he would not, saying that he could not risk the rural free delivery which he was sure would be forthcoming from the pulpit, but I do know that his real fear was that of missing the mint julep which is served at noon on the Sabbath. So to worship by myself, y did sing “I Heard a Sound * for the processional, to my great delight, and I do set down here that I should like it sung at my funeral, even though the request scem a bit optimistic on my part as to my destination after death. A great company for luncheon, and I sate next an Englishman who did tell me how great an establishment he had maintained in India for only nominal outlay, so that now it will harder than ever for me to for- rd our servants’ wages to-morrow for doing no labor soever. He did tell me also that he had read but one novel in three years, and to my such magnificent scener, civic cannot be STRONGER THAN —ny RINGS MOTHER BETTER SMOKE THAN MOTHE your AME OF GOLF. and can breakfast in a Your eager inquiry he replied, “Elmer which he considered de- ple stuff, but to which he stuck nevertheless because it sounded to him as if it might be true, thereby 1 KNOW Now MEANT WHEN HE SAID THAT EATING CUCUM- CREAM MAKE A GIRL HOLD HER SHAPE!” WHAT BILE BERS AND WOULD delivering the best bit of literary criticism I have yet heard on that book. Elsie Butterfield present, and when I did ask after her young daughter Kitty, she said that she did not expect to see her until the twentieth of September unless she should happen to come home for some clean clothes, and that she was sure of the twentieth only because the child was booked to a hospital on that date for the extraction of some wisdom teeth. Lord! I do remember when I had the same dental diffi- culty at Kitty’s age, being warned that if I had the teeth out my cheeks might cave in as I grew older. And all I can say now is that I wish the wet- blanketers had been truer proph- ets, A chilly morning, so a fire in my bedroom, August 22nd reading ter book called “Your Money's Worth,” which (Continued on page 35) comicbooks.com