Life — June 7, 1928 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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“Ah! Do you see that color, darling? That's the way I want my coffee!” sa | MRS. PEP’S DIARY May A letter by the first post from 15th the insurance company Say- ing that our floater policy does not cover a bulldog’s having chewed up my sable neckpiece, a catastrophe which for some unaccountable reason moves all who hear of it to instantaneous and raucous laughter, and the agent did add that he did indeed know of no policy which would cover the loss I have sustained, a statement which did some- how put me in mind of a line from an old hymn, “Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal,” so there would be nought left to me save prayer had not the owner of the devastating dog hand- somely insisted on replacing my Uppet, a concession which they tell me even Emily Post would urge me to accept in the gracious spirit in which it was offered, albeit I am averse to so generous a per- son’s laying out money in connection with an event which the liability companies apparently class with acts of God and the elements. Nor has my old neckpiece, named Castor and Pollux, been quite the same to me, neither, since the furrier who recently rejuvenated it saw fit to cut off Castor’s head. To luncheon with Marge Boothby at a new publick which fetches me more than any place where I have eaten lately, and since caviar is a spé- cialité de la maison, we did have a large portion of it, covered with chopped egg and onion, albeit I did have my sour cream placed to the side, never in all these years, woman and girl, having been able to make up my mind whether or not I like it. And coming out of the restau- rant I did hear one man passing in the street ask another, “Do you know what makes you and me look like damned fools?” but they were gone before I could catch the response, nor could I bear not to know the reason, neither, and thought of it throughout the afternoon, fashioning this and that circumstance in which the pair of strangers might have figured auixoneally, but I could do little better than their having put up a fight when a night club head waiter insisted on a second payment of their party's bill. Reading after dinner in a book called “Bad Girl,” and bawling so at its pathos that I did quit the room where Sam was for fear of his mocking my weakness, But the tale did point me a moral, never- theless, for I do mean now to buy some of those dollar stockings about which . am always receiving advertisements. May My birthday come again, h but no wrapped - up - to - be- 16th opened-as-usual present from Sam because of the car he did give me a month ago. A fine rose tree from him, however, and also sufficient floral trib- utes and telegrams from friends to make the day a gala one, so off in high glee to lunch with Edith Banning, eager to learn how she would interpret her prom- ise of having some of my favorite foods, and overjoyed to find set before us eggs in aspic, broiled mushrooms with soutilé potatoes and baby beets, salad with Oka cheese, and ice cream swamped in wine sauce and citron, albeit when I had done to the meal the justice that was expected of me, I was obliged to take a great dose of bi-sodol before I could settle down to cards, at which I did gain fourteen dol- lars, W finding bobtar Jim Jamaic be stra birthds with gi the las well a grow : subject being | Now? enure matche the thi wan carry how t no wo one of husbar to bot dren i “Say, antiqu some come “Tp haven’ comicbooks.com