Life — September 22, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE HUMANE SOCIETY PUTS RADIO HEADSETS IN OPERA BOXES FOR HUSBANDS WHO HATE ¢ August Shocked out of dozi- hess imes by the 28th git in the public prints of Mayor and Mistress Walker seated on chairs reserved for British royalty, and from what I do hear of the progress of their journeyings abroad, it does seem a pity that Ambassa- dor Herrick is not beside them. I do wish, also, that something could be done to inject new bi re od into the social section of ygravure material, the reap- ame f; dingly tiresome, and in especial it would seem that Mrs. Jerome Napoleon Bonaparte in this connection has had her day To church, through whieh I sa in a critical spirit because my mosquito bites asserted them- selves unduly and the hymns were not to my liking, wonder- ing why so many clergymen lean backwards to achieve a precious enunciation and what their re- action would be to Chie Sale’ imitation of them, pearance of tl es being exer id also why so much sacred music has noth- KID Casey PRETTY © ERA. ing to do with the words, when God knows the Te Deum and the Jubilate were written first. A company for lune mostly week-enders from $ toga, and G. G. did tell how his great-grandfather, called to the defense of Washington in the War of 1812, had, along with the other Baltimore blades, taken his dancing pumps and evening clothes in the confidence that there would be a ball after the battle, and had later de- clared that he did never walk a step after the enemy fired the first gun. tea at Fenmere, and Mr. Cooper showed ime his roof fine pictures in their fire room and the concealed por which closes mati for their prote when a certain degree of tem- perature releases it, and when he did tell me how once he had mistakenly thought he heard it closing in the night, I could not but think what J. S. Fletcher might make of it. Kept by the rain, to (Please turn to page 35) mein First Roman: Ane YoU GOING DOWN TO Fistic Mother Goose NE, two—knockout in view; Three, four—still on the floor; ive, six—the manager kicks; Seven, cight—count the gate; Nine, ten—sock him again. Little Jack Horner Went to his corner Gently feeling his eye; He'd broken his thumb, And his face was all numb; What a dull boy Jack be nimble, Jack be quick; Clinch before he knocks you sick; If he hits you, start to howl; Your manager will claim a foul. Norman R. Jaffray. Dx WE understand that the Tunney- Dempsey fight is to be broad- cast to the intermediate section be- tween the twelve hundredth (or last) row of Ringside Seats and the Ul- timate Bleachers. The fate of the Ultimate Bleachers is as yet un- settled, owing to lack of co-opera- tion by the Canadian authorities at the boundary. JRUM R UM DE AUVERSVS CHRISTIANS THROWN TO THE Lio Second Roman: No; THEM FIGHTS ARE ALL FIXED. comicbooks.com