Life — February 9, 1928 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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The Gentleman Her was a real gentleman, one of the few genuine specimens. He didn’t wear spats or a silk hat, but the lift of his face, the fine eyes, the reserved expres- sion, stamped him for what he was. He was no taller than I, but I felt dwarfed, on an altogether different plane. His attitude was typical when a fellow dropped some coins, in the scrimmage to get off and pay his fare at the same time. While low people like myself were screwing their necks this way and that, he merely looked loftily over our heads. Observing his disdain, I blushed and tried in vain to dissimulate. My idol nearly dropped from his pedestal a few minutes later, however, when I saw him move his foot and pick up the shilling that was concealed there; but my disappointment was only tem- porary, for he did it with such dignity, such austerity, such detachment, as only a real gentleman could have displayed. —R.C.HL, in Smith’s Weekly (Sydney). DER-SKIRT IN Sarah: svst ¥. you Bring On Your Cold Waves! A nono picked up in Illinois was wear- ing seven suits of winter underwear. Here seems to be the real world’s heavy- weight champion.—Arkansas Gazette. Mistress: sanau! 1 FOUND MY UN- YOUR TRUNK. ONLY THE OTHER DAY YOU THOUGHT HAD LOST IT. —Bulletin (Sydney). Uxcir Sam has eurned the credit of introducing two kinds of diplomacy— shirtsleeve and airplane. —Boston Herald, 27 Now Go On with the Story A ratuen was telling his little girl the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. The child listened intently as he related how the sculptor fashioned the wonderful statue with a hammer, how he fell in love with it when it was finished, and how it came to life under the warmth and sin- cerity of his love. When he had finished the father waited for the child's com- ments. “Daddie,” she said, after a short pause, “what did he do with the ham- mer?"—Tatler (London). ‘Teaspoontul of Abbott's Bitters on half Grape Fruit, g, delightful breakfast tonic. Sample bitters ty mati, 25 cts, tn stampa C. W. Abbott & Co, Baltimore, Md: We're Not All Made of Money Tuere are not so many millionaires as some people would think. During 1927, the remark, “You must think I’m a mil- lionaire,” was made by 354,290 American husbands. —Spokane Spokesman-Review, Y, AND IT WAS “The right time to begin your Christmas Sav- ing Club is—not next year—not next month— not next week."—Adr, tn @ Bridgeport (Conn.) paper. Ber, as Irving Berlin has so lyrically put it, always.—New Yorker. Lire is published every Thursday, simultaneously in the United States, Great Britain, Canada and British Possessions. Title registered in U. S Patent Office ext and illustrations in Live ave copyrighted. For Reprint Rights in Britain apply to Live, Rolls House, Breams Buildings, Fetter Lane. London, England. The foreign ‘trade supplied from Live's London Ofiice, Rolls “House, Breams Buildings, London, E. C. tributions will be returned unless accompanied by stamped and addressed envelope. Live does not hold itself responsible for the loss or non-return of unsolicited contributions. Notice of change of address should reach this office two weeks prior to the date of issue to be affected. All communications should be addressed to LIFE, $98 Madison Avenue, New York. Yearly Subscription Rate, $5.00 (Cai SOMEHOM, MY NECK DOESN'T SEEM To BE ABLE To KEEP UP THE PACE Don, Harold IN A COWAR FACTORY ~ THE COLLAR MODEL| COOLS HIS NECK Bexinp THE Scenes or 4 Great INpusTRY | O enoes enoraene Clothes for Sport and General Wear Send for Huntinc Hints for the Novice BOSTON PALM BEACH LitTLc BuO DING on NEWPORT mal ING comicbooks.com