Life — November 17, 1927 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“you KNOW, URSULA, WITH EACH DAY 1 CAN LITERALLY PE MORE OLD-FASHIONED AND CONSERVATIVE. O. O. McIntyre Has an Off-Day TARY of a modern Pepys: Early up and to breakfast with Presi- Coolidge, William Randolph Hearst and Ethel Waters at the Ritz. ‘Then for a turn in the park where I came upon King George of England, H. L. Mencken and. the Dolly Sisters, eating of pomegranates Did play les with this com- stint. dent on a bench. frog a whil pany and then to my Came a committee of editors, Ray Long, George Horace Lorimer and Captain Will Faweett, begging articles In the evening to Long Is- land with my wife, where we waxed mirthful till the moon rode high with ex-Kaiser Wil- helm, One-Eyed Connelly and Chiang Kai-shek. And never wittier company did I see. Thoughts while strolling: A group of chorus boys, tra- la, swimming in the Aqua rium. The furtive air of Benito Mussolini as he enters a movie. There's George aw ina bound for a Shrine convention. Those stuffed dummies that exclusive clubs plant in their windows. ‘To impress col- Whatever became The stroll Bernard $ umnists. of Gene Tunn ends. So does the column. WidP. L MYSELF GETTING A Good Guess I IBLE CLASS TEACHER: Now, which of you children ean was that fed five d people on seven loaves of nd— mMy (shouting from the rear of the room): 1 bet it was the feller that makes the sandwiches down at the drug store. who it tell me Jacqueline: 4 KISs SPEAKS VOLUMES. Jack: Let's START A LIBRARY Trilling br Night’s Flushed and Vital Ecstasy Must Pass AWN’S cerise-tipped fingers find D : r pr ngers fi purchase on night's ebon throat; Thus, to violent death resigned, Must night succumb. A_ song- bird’s note tly toward the blue bids dark adieu. Welcomes day; Stars deny their vanquished selves Unto our gaze, while through the trees Sunbeams dance like infant elves And blossoms burgeon, greeting these; So, as earth with life's re-lit, “Let's play one more round and quit. Carroll Carroll. Pipe Down! H AVE you ever lived in a double house where the family upstairs have a radio, a phonograph, a piano, lots of chairs to bang around, and on top of that five children? Where the alarm clock rings every morning at five o'clock and the repeat ‘keeps it going steadily until six at the earliest? Where the children are put to bed one at a time, starting at seven o'clock and ending at eleven Where the people have spiked shoes and are taking dancing mail? Where they jump across the floor instead of walking like ordinary humans? Where, when you want to go to bed early, they have a party, or stay up and try to get Europe on their squawking radio, and when you have company, always let the water run over the sink and then go away and forget it? And above all of that, where they quarrel ALL. the time? I didn’t know there wert such people until the man who lives downstairs told me. Scott Brown. In the Dark Nf ALE VOICE: Hannah, ‘ is that young man still down there? Tur Reery: Yeh, still as a monument, Papa. comicbooks.com