Life — September 29, 1927 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Week-End Worries “IP THE OMELETTE 18 READY SOON ENOVGIT CONCERT DOESN'T LAST TOO LONG, AND Swallow This A Javanese firm will ¢1 ment “in memory of th lives have been sacrificed which have bled the fi It is a consic deed. One ce: the crowd would travel ularly if t principal speaker. BE. C. A. in Detroit News. ct a monu- pysters whose r the pearls m to prosper.” and a generous emotions of unveiling, and one ar to be present. Partic- <a clam as the y have er Worse Than the Disease Wet, with us it's just the other way: we're a wreck.—New Yorker. ist at Binevovs Gext (to contortio circus): Shay, ole fellow, whash’ matter? You look like I'm drunk! College Humor. Artist: Now, WHAT Wenr DResses LIKE TEN YEARS AGO? Dissatisfied Wife: .ixe sine. —Smith’s Weekly (Sydney). AND THE RADIO K suint Dies =(showing diploma to IN TIME—THEN WE'LL CATCH THE EVENING TRAIN,” —Der Gotz (Vienna). “Aut Scissors aut Nullus’”’ Revised and Corrected Larrie Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, And made of her knees such display That the old- spide Embarrassed beside her, Was actually fright- The Truth Hurts Ove daily hint to anonymous correspond- ents on how to hurt the editor's feelings: Don't tell him he’s a crook, a drunkard or a tool of the organized liquor inter- ests, if any, which proba- bly isn't true; can't write g y is. father): Here's your re- ceipt, Pop.—Wampus. MR. RUDYARD KIPLING A caricature from Everybody's Weekly (London). Low Finance Tne scene was the editorial rooms of morning paper, and the dramatic editor, who comes in after the day shift has gone, met a new face. “Can you fix me with two bucks until day?” he asked. ‘The request was pa errant “Who is that bird? matic man of the night “He's the financial edite amazing answer. —New York Graphic. do the dra- y editor. was the Among the Medicoes Asnicas Visrror (in London): Drive me to Dr. Johnson's house. Taxican Driver: Yessir! Er—Harley Street, sir?—London Evening News. Gor standards are now three: bogey, par and Bobby. —New York Evening Post. these trade hounds sa of the qu ng some ge on the state of the mari was the reply, New York Morn KNOW THAT IT WAS FORETOLD A AGO THAT I'D BE KILLED IN A AUTOMOMILE ACCIDENT? —L'Intransigeant (Paris). A Lamb to the Slaughter Ix the board rooms of all the broker- houses of Wall Street there are “cus- whose concern is chiefly the of the firm's business and rie of followers. One of w a stranger seated tation ard and, ral observations t, inquired if f the customers. I'm one of the 9 Telegraph. What Every Child Learns You mustn't tell a lie. not? use it's like smoking; it isn't right to do until you are grown up. Cincinnati Enquirer. Why Be a Pedestrian? Ab in a Craig ol.) paper: “Fos Any reasonable -Literary Digest. ger-(to his wife): Lower, vER "ALP-BAKED SPUD-FACED OLD (continues si ing) — “xix —Humorist (London). comicbooks.com