Life — May 10, 1928 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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— I have | adult ion of tennis. Negro + four Ne case uilty.” I don’t “but I hields, s them ran. < some appen, age by to go in did sar his hat he ich he tipula- t him ‘ondly, Virgie wuse of lo any- orning a pub veal ad far ‘lot on -ause | Frank > price d then , how: n who 1 piece t thei ll, on Cty ym she had if the times, Litt y was behind I did ed me tently, as men speak in niphecnares forasmuch as when Sam does bawl out in the night be appears always to be helpless against his imagined foes, and I have feared that he might be poor protection against an xual invader, in especial one of the ruth- Jess modern type so prevalent in the pub- lick prints. To dinner at Cora Scovil’s, where Was a great company for her re- hearsal of the speech she is to make in Baltimore before demonstrating how she docs construct a patch poster, and in the midst of it she told how Lillian Russell, who did such splendid work amongst the blind soldiers, had asked her to make some posters for her as war work, whereat I squawked out, nor had Cora seen the joke tll that minute, and it was as though she had come upon an extra nisin in a biscuit. April Asep all day, not having known last evening when to stop eating 18th pate de foie gras after having dined sumptuously, and I did ponder many things of no great moment, such as why wearing a wrist watch with an evening gown should be considered such bad form, for it is more often after dinner than otherwise that I have occasion to ask myself, “How long, O Lord, how long?” and how little fun there usually is in being a good sport, for when anyone docs make such a request of you, you may lay to it that the short end of some deal is yours. I did determine, also, that if ever | am to be a publick benefactor, I shall look up something for the direct aid and coanlate of the people, as did the Duke of Argyll, although not with the notion that the populace should say “God bless Mistress Pep!” every time they did The Movie Star, About to Go Abroad, Sees His Passport Photo Mr. Tunney Taxes Ur Traininc in A Bic Way “You count a little too fast for me—I'm not half through this chapter yet.” benefit from it. Reading in Rose Ma- caulay’s “Daisy and Daphne,” a remark- able blend of tragedy and satire, and I was mightily pleased and diverted by many passages, such as: “To Daisy the world seemed largely made up of persons, things and ideas of which the Folyots had not heard. She sometimes thought that the Folyots must be, though so clever at some things, a little dense, to see and hear so little of what is so loudly and continuously written, often in such large and black type.” This day, to please my mother, I did make out my papers for the Daughters of 1812, being thoroughly fetched by the slogan for their campaign to save Old Ironsides, “the Sure THat Was a Navy.”” And I must set down here for purposes of record that it is the first organization except a golf club that ever I joined in my life. Dinner on a tray, oyster soup and fruit compote, very simple, and then reading until I slept in Sumner’s “Folkways,” one of the most fascinating books I have ever come upon. Baird Leonard. FORGING AHEAD “How is your son getting along in the Ford factory, Joe?” “Fine, Ed—he’s been promoted.” “Promoted? You don’t say!” “Yes! He used to put on chassis nut number 34, and they jumped him right up to chassis nut number 37.” “Anp Edna Smith—is she still as snippy as ever?” “Oh, Edna's married since you saw her—and divorced!” “Really! And who's the lucky man?” The Professional Handshaker Goes Nuts EveR better a world of good, old man. .... Your trip did you a whole lot new, Bill... ... Bet it’s been over a Fred, how's the boy!.... What's the keepin’ yourself Been perfect ages since knocking ‘em for a fiddle, old man. How's the aces up, N . . Well, well, well! Can't kick, pretty fair, about the same like a million.....This is the flesh you've heard me press so much about. ...-Darned if it isn’t the chap you've heard me introduce you to, Mr. Strip. +.+.-How do you do.....Well, I’m afraid I'll have to be some time soon, Rod, old man..... Certainly nice to have you shake hands with Bob Floyd, I as- sure you.” Man-eatinc Snark: Darn it—another woman! comicbooks.com