Life — April 12, 1928 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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Beyond New Mexico's train horizons explore by motor, in Santa Fe-Harvey comfort, a little known America of primitive Mexican villages, Spanish Missions, Indian Pueblos, prehistoric cliff dwellings and buried cities—all set in the matchless scenery and cli- mate of the Southern Rockies. $50 for three days up to May 15, 1928. Beginning May 15, 1928 Two-day Puyé Detour—$40 Pecos Mission and ruined Cicuyé; Santa Fé Trail and old Santa Fé; Tes- uque, Santa Clara and Santo Domingo pueblos, and the great cliff dwellings at Puyé. Three-day Taos-Puyé Detour—$57.50 All of the two-day Detour plus a mag- nificent 150-mile motor Cruise to fas- cinating Taos Pueblo, via the rugged gorge of the upper Rio Grande. NOTE=Rates cover every expen: cluding motor transportation, courier service, meals and hotel accommoda- tions with bath. se, in- ' 1 W. J. Black, Pass. Traf. Mer. 4 Sania Fe System Lines 1042-A Railway Exchange, Chicago Please send me free picture folder about the “Indian-detour” and “Harveycar Motor Cruises. Life Table d’Héte Tue following little satire on national characteristics comes from Belgium. One day last summer four tourists were seated at dinner at a hotel in Ostend, each with the soup course in front of him, when suddenly four flies that had come through the open window con- trived to get into their respective plates. The first of the tourists, an English- man, promptly drew himself up, reached stiffly for his hat and departed in dig- nity without saying a word. The second tourist, a Frenchman, called loudly for the waiter, withered him with invective, pushed his plate away and rushed out, cursing the hotel for a “filthy hole” (sale boite) and slamming the door behind him. The third, a German, carefully re- moved his fly with a spoon, ate his soup, and proceeded to repeat the operation with the plates left untouched by his erstwhile neighbors, the Frenchman and the Englishman. The fourth, a Russian, ate up his soup, fly and all, without having noticed any- thing; then, perceiving the bedraggled insects rescued by the German, he took them delicately by the wings and placed them on the window sill. “Poor little flies!” he murmured, and left them to escape into the open air. —Le Rire (Paris). The Promise of Youth A Frencit aviator, flying continuously for five hours, looped the loop 1,111 times. That reminds me of a boy I used to know. He could get up on the store counter and stand on his head on the end of a quart tomato can, without touching it with his hands, He was famous through four townships, and great things were ex- pected of him. I lost sight of him after that for many years and he has grown to middle age. But I heard recently that the hopes of his friends and admirers were richly realized. He once in an inspired moment succeeded in getting up on a counter and standing on his head on the end of a pint cove-oyster can, —E. C. A,, in Detroit News. Pressing Business “I want to speak to Mr. Jones,” said the voice over the wire. “I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Jones is in conference,” the private secretary replied sweetly. And at the same moment Mr. Jones was in deep conference with a friend at Merchant and Bishop Streets. He de- clared, very confidentially and not for publication: “Yeah, it's sure wonderful how quick they can dig a big hole in the ground like that. I see they're putting in the foun- dation already. Wonder how they are going to get rid of that water, though?” —Honolulu Star-Bulletin, “Dors he talk sense?” “Sense? His sanest remark would be too foolish for a popular-song title.” —Dublin Opinion. ‘This ts Pucadily Circus, én the heart of London — near which is the femous hetle Piccadilly tobacco shop of Carreras, Ltd. | yet filled his pipe with CRAVEN MIXTURE! But envy him, too! He has yet to enjoy the delightful experi- ence of smoking his first pipeful of London's favorite tobacco. Has that pleasure been yours? CRAVEN MIXTURE—a truly fine imported tobacco, first blended at the command of the Third Earl of Craven in 1867—can now be had at the better tobacconists in America and Camda, too, For a liberal sample tin send ro¢ in stamps to Carreras, Ltd., Dept. 30, 220 Fifth Ave., New York. Wherever y ou see faultless!: attired men aod women, you may besure they wearthe new 7cistacrat Metal Band Watch Bracelets. Merely two bands of metal held to _getherbya friction-bar—with nothing | to piach, pull or loosen up. Drop in at your jeweler’s and look — over the entire range of Wristacrat “designs in 12-K greén, white yellow gold-filled. : ae comicbooks.com