Life — June 21, 1928 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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our furniture, making even our. best bro- aades look shabby, and I would I could be like Thomas De Quincey, who, when weary of one dwelling, merely turned the key upon it and moved to another, with- out taking thought of what he left be- hind or what awaited him whither he went, Struck suddenly at noon with a great longing for sauerkraut, which Sam does not like to have prepared in our house, I did telephone Effie Goings if she would have her German cook fix me some, and she would, so thither for luncheon, and was shamelessly holpen thrice. At my new game of patience until | it was time to go to the wedding, whereat the diaphanous bridesmaids did suggest to me that the Bible would better have said that the days of man are but as tulle | instead of as grass. Greatly pleased not | to baw! during the ceremony, as is my usual custom, to Sam’s discomfiture, and a fairish time at the reception, which we did not quit until S. had difficulty in sing “Adirondack League Club.” Din- ner at home off a stuffed fowl browned toa turn and eggplant stewed deliciously with onions and tomatoes, and then read- ing all the evening in “That Gay Nine- ties Murder,” a mystery story which in future will make me unduly suspicious of | any woman with too much make-up. May Marce Boornsy’s Wilhelmina, come to help our Katie with 3 the great dinner we did give this night, in betimes with the corn which I did commission her to select for me, greatly perturbed because she had been obliged to lay out fifteen cents an ear for it, and she did commiserate with me that we do not use menu stands on our table, for then we could write on them “Corn by Tiffany,” to which Sam was unable to keep himself from adding, “In a spirit of golden banter,” but I did not chide him, for on the day when I am giving an entertainment larger than is our cus- tom I want nought but serenity in the houschold, albeit for the preceding ten hours I keep asking myself what ever did prompt me to undertake it and am con- David Tobonseb i/ stanly reminded of Marcus Aurelius’s saying, “‘Calamities sent by Heaven may be avoided, but from those which we bring on ourselves there is no escape.” Nor do I relinquish that attitude, neither, until all the guests are assembled and I have had a stiff cocktayle or two, and then, likely as not, I do enjoy my own party as well as anyone. To luncheon at an inn with Eloise Brown, she very brave in a new black crépe Roma jacket cos- tume with a sleeveless underblouse of white satin, and when we came to des- sert, the waiter did drop a cherry pasty on her which slid from her chin to her lap, and had she stabbed him with the knife which lay handy, any jury, me- thinks, would have considered it justifi- able homicide. But the episode was too | horrible even for speech, so we, thanking “I wouldn't subject my child to such an environment.” “Yes, Mother, let’s get the hell outa here.” God that she had not unfastened the jacket, off at once to the couturier’s to see what would be the damage, if any, and so adroit are the cleansers now that E. did sit in her slip barely half an hour. Home betimes, to admonish the extra servants and arrange place cards, and thinking for the first time in my life of the advantages of the Steinach treatment, but all went very well, with no casualties saye one tablecloth burn and a broken atomizer. Baird Leonard. PROFIT SHARING the student, “would it be presumptuous to ask for five dollars of the money you re- ceived in ‘Bright Sayings of the Baby’ contests when I was a child?” “Dear Farner,” wrote college L (es ——— NY 6 & 2 US? 4 ~_\) “jm Tue Crawt or tHE Oren Roan comicbooks.com