Life — September 15, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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From the Gallery “H ELLO, Mae!” “Hello, Winnie! My dear, I never saw so many people on this course before in my life! Who's playing?” “It's the think the something.” “How wonderful! Tom wins! Tom's ahead. I four, or finals. score is six to Oh, I do hope He's terribly good.” “T heard some one say he was onc of the seedy players in this tourna- ment.” Well, I don't believe it for a minute. He looks fin _ shot an eagle on the four- teenth. “Oh, the poor thing!” “T think I'm going to sne Ugh. . .ugh. ..ker-chooo!” “Oh, what a shame! Tom missed that easy putt.” “He's looking over our way. Yoo- hoo! Hello, Tom!" Norman R. Jaffray. Just Around the Corner “B! TTON, button, who's got the button?” chanted the teacher. The laundry,” replied the sophis- ticated child. ANE: I wonder if the stage is a healthy life for a woman. Jims All the chorus girls seem to have wonderful appetites. eet Young Thing: an- brew, 1'M AR RALD ULL HAVE TO GIVE UP EITHER C1G- ARETTES OR YOU ONE OF you 18 GETTING ON MY NERVES. Life What Makes Mad Hatters Mad “CXAOOD morning! Is this Mr. Dobbs himself? Oh! Well, IT would rather have done business with Mr. Dobbs personally, but if you represent him, I suppose it's all right. I wanted a gen- tlem, hat. Six and five- cighths. For my husband. He's always bought them himself up until now, but they've been terrible, so I insisted on getting this one for him. “You sce, he’s always got derbies before. Don't you think derbies are awful? Well, I suppose you couldn't say so, because it’s part of your business to sell them, but I'll just bet you think so. But T will not have my husband going around with that battered old derby any more. What people must think! And it isn’t as if he couldn't afford better. We're not rich, of course, but we're quite comfortably off. “That Panama there. Is that the best texture you have? Oh, you have something finer? Thirty-five dol- lars? My goodness! Panamas are expensive, aren't the But you any in stock as small as six and five-eighths? Well, maybe he could get along with a six and a half — I mean three-quarters, if he had to. I suppose he could stuff the lining or something. “Yes, it is a rich-looking hat, isn’t it? But I don’t like the band. Something more conser tive. I'm very conserva- tive. You haven't anything in orange and pur- ple, have you? Well, then, I su pose that plain red will have to do. Could you punch his initials in it? “IPQ.” Oh, thank you! What a wonder- haven't He: Let us TRE MORRIS DANCE CONTEST THIS B’EN. She: 1 CAN NOT GO, SIR, 1 HAVEN'T A thing Through the Ages—I D A MEASURE AT THE BIG TO WEAR. ful little invention that puncher is. I think is just wonderful, don't you? “Yes, I'll take it right along with me, so please wrap it up and make sure that it won't get dusty. He has to have it right away, before the matinee starts. He has to wear it over the end of his trombone.” Tip Bliss. The Outcast “TP YNCH him!” shouted the angry mob, The air was filled with bricks. With difficulty the police guarded the shrinking wretch. “What did he do?” I asked a boy. “That dirty bum! He's the kind of guy that would take advantage of a blind man. He'll never do it n, though. “What did he do?” “Why, he threw a quarter into the cup, and then he ally had the nerve to take a pencil With a shudder of contempt, I passed on. JS. science LOTHES make the man, but when it comes to a woman, clothes just serve to show how she is made. comicbooks.com