Life — March 29, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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The Reckless Spender Takes His Girl to an Amusement Park “C)H, Horace! Isn't that the big- gest roller coaster you ever saw Yeah. Those things are awful dangerous, though.” “] guess a ride on Wheel would be safer.” “You get in an awful draught up in those cars, Mabel. Lots of people catch pneumonia that way.” goodness, Horace. They hot dogs everywhere, don’t the Ferris ah. Say, if you ever knew That girl just won a doll! Isn't it a beauty? And she only took one ten-cent chance “Those dolls will fall to pieces you look at ‘em. And them guys running the wheels are swindlers; they let some friend win one just to fool the suckers.” “Isn't it funny, Horace, how hungry you get walking around in the salt air?” “Yeah. You sure do. I'll tell you what we'll do, Mabel: we'll walk around a w and take in all the sights, then we'll go back to your house and make some fudge!” Chet Johnson. You Know the Type JICKERS: Why do you dislike him so? Wickers: He's full of opinions that are wrong, and can always prove everything he says. “Dear, are you through with the drawing board? I want to make biscuits.” March Off to a bad start this sth day, finding, first, that Katie, in preparing my grapefruit, had disobeyed my injunc- tion to sever the pulp from the rind, so that I could not eat it with- out receiving a baptism of juice. Tea leaves in my cup, too, which does always irk me when there is no one at hand to read their portent, and when writing materials were brought me wherewith to make out a cheque for the bootlegger, I did absent-mindedly dip my pen in the ercam jug instead of in the inkwell, so that I did but need to burn my tongue extracting mythical money from my tea to make my misery utter and complete. Up betimes, never- theless, and off for a fitting on my blue crepella sports jacket, and thence to luncheon at Mabel Loom and, 1 ga Croix de Guerre ribbon on the butler’s lapel, I mentioned it at my earliest oppor tunity, and when Mabel did tell me that he had four tions, including the Médaille Militaire, three of which had been presented to him by Maréchal Foch, I was at some pains to cat because of my excitement, al- beit we had the Marguery’s hot hors deuvre, spiced cutlets and vegetable marrow, and I was minded of Kip- ling’s “The Man Who Was” and hoped that none of us would care- lessly mention anything which would make him drop the mousse, to say nought of longing to shake him by the hand and pour forth my admira- tion of his valour. But the discourse did run safely enough, Sally Sims- bury, just home from her travels, confiding that they do not dare put up a hymn under 36 in the English church at (Please turn to page 31) comicbooks.com