Life — December 29, 1927 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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28 ¢@Contemporaries “Aut Scissors aut Nullus" A Modest Wish His Identity V’p like to have an island, ‘Tue telephone rang, Little Harry A lone, deserted island, — James went to answer. A man at the With murmuring trees other end wanted Father. Upon being “EL SAY, 1 SUPPOSE TIS SITIELD ON TITLE WALL BELONGED TO ANCESTORS, WHAT?” THAT'S OCR NEW CONE LOUD-SPEAKER,” Humorist (London). ONE ov “DON'T BE AN IDIOT. your The Cathedral of the Hot Dog Faom a list of prizes offered for solid contributions to the fine arts: “SEV to the D. \ THOUSAND DOLLARS, donated t Center of New York by Mrs. Jobn Rockefeller, ill te used to provide tectural suggestions for American Mercury. Foornatt. Srasos—A period along late in the year in which the sun never sets on the Notre Dame team. —Detroit News. “WHY MAS YOUR MISTRESS A MUZZLE ON eR voor? —Siindaganisse-Striv (Stockholm). And singing To lull me to my rest; Where all the birds that wander there yonder, Through every clime, At evening time Came home to sing and nest. Here, and over I'd like to walk the reaches Of shining sandy beaches, Or lay my head Upon’ a bed Of tropic sunlit turf And. sleep unnumbered hours Among the fragrant flowers, ¢ far and near 1 my car music of the surf. Whi T T'd want my tiny island— My private tropic island— Far over seas Where every breeze Dropped peace and quiet down, from worry, And life's eternal hurry, And grief and fret And woe, and yet Not too darned far from town. James J. Montague, in New York Herald Tribune. Away care and Duty “Waitar'er ye doin’ cleanin’ them clubs so grand?” asked one caddie of another, Who was bestowing unusual pains on the polish of the set that were in his keep- ing. ‘The caddie looked thoughtful. He was the regular caddie of an old golfer who had had a most disastrous day, “I'm to clean ‘em better than ever,” swered, “and when I've cleaned ‘em ot to break ‘em across my knee, and then I've got to chuck ‘em in the bloomin’ river.” —Golf Iilustrated (London). Lamb? She's a Bear! New bp paper—“Mrs, Edith Lamb of Albany street left yesterd for New Haven, where she will hibernate with her daughter, Mrs. Rowland Hos- mer, formerly of this town.” —Boston Transcript. “Witat you restin’ for?” “It ain't for, nigger; it’s from.” —Princeton Tiger. Soste people have « future, but many of us have already used ours, Milwaukee Journal. told he was not i was speaking to, Harry James replic of my father speaking.” Chicago Tribune. asked whom he “This is the son “BUT...BARONESS, WE'RE TIE SAME AGE.” “17's POSSIBLE, MY FRIEND, THAT YOU HAVE ACHIEVED MY AGE, BUT NEVER, 1 ASSURE YOU, WILL 1 ACHIEVE yours.” —L'Illustration (Paris). One Cogent Reason “Wary isn't direct-by-mail good as magazine advertising?” “They don't throw the magazine into the waste basket as soon as they open it.” —Louisville Courier-Journal. stuff as “AS IT REALLY HADN'T A C MOTHER GAVE ME FIFTY some.” EMISE TO WEAR, FRANCS TO BUY “VES, AND so “so 1 BOUGHT A at.” —Le Rire (Paris). . t comicbooks.com