Life — December 22, 1927 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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Letters from Heywood Broun (Continued from page 7) sore when Cornell Woolrich grew lyrical in his descriptive — writ- ing and said, “She opened her eyes than they had fore—oyster-white track bed—" She should have opened them a little wider, for if Mr. Wool- rich or his heroine, Angela Penning- ton, can show me any track in this neighborhood which looks white even on the driest day I will agree to roll a peanut for six furlongs with my nose. I won't deny that there can be a Jot of time wasted in chasing local color. When I was right out of col- > and working on the Morning egraph 1 went straight ve but stopped a while at sney’s or Gallagher's or the El- dorado. In casting up accounts after remorse set in, I used to tell myself, “That's necessary. You've got to sce life. You've got to get material for a book you're going to wider ever been opened t never write some day. Well, I finally did write the novel. There is no need of mentioning the name, since it has gone quite out of print. There never were so very many copies. And in that book, The Boy Grew Older,” I wrote one paragraph of maybe two hundred words which was suggested by an incident occurring in the Eldorado. All the rest of the money which I had spent for drinks was just wasted. Sincerely yours, Heywoop Broun. Finis GHALL 1, intent on leaving, Bid you a sad good-by, Our lives asunder cl Shall Our days of spotless sky Are vanished past retrieving: "Twere best we cut the tie.... Then you, with bosom heaving, Sorely shall weep and sigh— And I, with talk of grieving, Shall lie! D'Annunzio Cohen. Over the Phone “FOR. BLANK—come _quickly— my wife swallowed the baby —no, my baby swallowed my wife , wife’s baby’s safety pin—I lowed my safety pin's—my wife had the baby and dropped the pin, I mean the baby picked up my wife —please hurry!” FOOL and his money soon get a wife. Life Cast Away on a a” OTN t Desert Isle! °'~ Are you one of those unfortunate castaways who have to pay the dentist out of that section of your budget marked “Books”? OUR woes are at an end Book and you will find exactly to cost so much in any other fc well printed and finely illustrated the best literature of ancient and modern tir There is never any second-rate material ir need for its editors to employ uninteresting field of literature to choose from ne Golden Book. There is Hers, because they have the whole Magazine ts wealth of subject matter, f novels which you will fi and all a year for less tha reprinted in its page Or perhaps you are shipwrecked in a circle of acquaintances who talk about books you've never heard of. Don't lose hope. If you will follow the on your own desert island—and that will b will be solved, for the Golden Book is t island. The world’s best authors. the brightest hum the gayest story tellers. the most erudite essayists Book. In it you'll find not only what you c want to read. Are you marooned with not a sail in sight because business and social worries keep you too busy to read? Follow the footprints across the sand. and find the Gc of magazine you've been waiting for all your life works of those masters of the word whose \ The best short stories of all time ns you ve phies you've always intended to in the essays you we read above all others. all these make the Golden Book a mag and literature so available that even your spare m them with the Golden Book's abso nents will cc You may not care for the particul Most people don’t. But even if you 3 chance of rescue, hang your shirt or for a sail—but in the meantime—foll Book— (which is the ideal companion) island—as you never have before GeO ue PnP eu Pn FeHa) 6) REviEW OF REVIEWS CorP., 55 Fifth Avenue. New York Hi ff I followed the footprints in search of a Man Friday for n Stan I think the Golden Book will exactly suit q for a five months’ trial subscription for which I Name Address Vo® Se es on a2 > comicbooks.com