Life — June 21, 1928 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

LIFeEe “Give me something that’s good to eat, quick—and make it look like I'd cooked it In Praise of Thrift Ir’s best to be stingy When youthful and healthy; Though life now is dingy You'll some day be wealthy. The man who is saving, Economy preaching, Is decent, behaving— His good is far-reaching! The purse-pinching Babbitts Keep out of the headlines. Their sensible habits Lead not to the breadlines. Your Luck, if you've any, Can be mighty fickle, So pinch every penny And hoard every nickel. My mind’s fully made up To live like no grand lord As soon as I’ve paid u The tailor and landlord. No longer a dumb one, T'll borrow a fifty Or hundred from someone And start getting thrifty! Arthur L. Lippmann. The Modern Young Man According to Popular Songs He’s a sugar daddy, an aggravatin’ papa, a twotiming fool—a sheik that rides across the desert on a horse and creeps into your tent at night to steal your burning kisses... . He's a true lover, an asphalt Arab, a lounge lizard, a tea hound.....He’s collegiate, and nothing intermediate—and he won't wear garters, but how he likes those red-hot flannels. ...He’s the hottest man in town—why, that red-hot mama you read about took a look at him and her fire went out His trousers are bagging, everything is ragging—but he’s rough and ready He’s a dancing fool from Alabam’—a loud-speakin’ papa—and he can’t dance but for true romance he’s the last word— yes, the last word in big butter-and-egg He sure struts his stuff in a morris chair, or in a taxicab.....Oh, boy, he thrills you and fills you with joy—he’s got that kinda, sorta, bit of a way—that takes you, makes you yell hey! hey!—and when he kisses you, you sure stay kissed He’s nobody's fool—a hard-to-get necking papa He’s my man! Vincent Clark Odell. In Chicago everyone climbs on the bandit wagon. MRS. PEP’S DIARY May “ Frantic search this mornin yf F : for the wedding card which 29 we must needs present at a church door this afternoon, finding it at last in the dish towel drawer with a grocery list and the plans of a house wrote and drawn on its back, nor did I erase them, neither, holding that any diversion, however mild, must be acceptable to a portal tender, and I did even add a chim. ney and curling smoke to the house for good measure. My spirits exceeding low this weather for that the bright spring sunshine does show up every defection in Sruovies 1n Susrense The Baby Tosser = our fu cades be lik weary key uy out & hind went. great docs house, would some, lunch thrice. mt was the d to me sid d instea to ba usual a fair did n saying ner at toat with ¢ ing al ties future any W this n I did greatl oblige it, an we dc for th by T to kee of go him, an en tom | house hours prom, comicbooks.com