Life — September 29, 1927 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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mm Father: Weu., NOW THAT THE SUMMER IS OVER ARE YOU GOING OUT AND GET YOURSELF A JOR? Son: wiy, No, PATHER 1 THOUGIET I'D WAIT UNTIL SOMERODY REALLY RIG DISCOVERED ME. The Editor's Daughter Sends Regrets EAR Miss Cavour: I regret that your kind invita- tion for Thursday evening, October sixth, which has received careful consideration, is not in every way ade rted to the requirements of my inl Schedule, accept my thanks for your courtesy in permit ting me to consider it, and feel as- sured that I am always glad to give your invitations careful consideration and to report promptly as to their availability for my needs. i Simbanr Z. Drexer. Hm! “BE E'S) good at Yid- dish interpreta- tions.” “Yes, he cer- tainly knows his Milt Gross- cries.” F LAPPER’S version: Darken the cor- ner where you are, Clean Slate \ADGE: bunch. Mansonte: Yes, he's wiped all of and pictures off his He's going to turn over leaf and shake the old the names slicker. COE cue the steamer carrying Floating University has a paddle wheel for the freshmen. CENTRAL AMERICAN REVOLUTION COLLAPSES WITH NEWS OP AMERICAN HEAVY- WRIGHT EARNING! Nes PLepis Diary September Established again in sth the city, where twelve o'clock is but the shank of the evening instead of the middle of the night, as in the country, We should be sorrily off indeed if we could not refresh ourselves during certain seasons amongst rural sights and sounds, but it cannot be gain- said that a person of nocturnal tastes and habits at a loss in communities wherein Sam, along with two-thirds of our cronies, be- gins to close up like a water lily as the shadows lengthen, and is at some pains to keep awake for even an hour after he has topped off a fine dinner with a pony of brandy. To Westbury after luncheon, to’ wateh the polo practice, and then to a great party at the Blanks’ for the British and American teams, sixty-eight of us sitting down at one table to dine, whereupon Jimmie Cooley said that never in his life had he been at so extensive a board without suffering from oratory, and that it seemed too good to be true that he could go calmly on with his moutons without the agonizing expectation of hearing somebody rap on a tumbler and sa “Ladies and Gentlemen.” Later, most of the countryside in for dancing, and the band did play “Sometimes I Love You” more than any other tune, which was satis- factory enough to me, albeit the words thereto are the silliest that ever I heard in my life, not excepting the bananas lyric. Uptomy bed at three o'clock, reading “The Mystery at Lov- er's Cave” to the distant downstairs, so that I did pause occasionally to ponder, and one of my reflections was upon the dispatch with which sleuths in fiction set to work,sothat jewels are recov- ered and mur- derers brought (Continued on page 32) is oceasionall music comicbooks.co|