Life — June 21, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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SH BOGOR E MP BSESA — The Former Druggist Enters a New Business To tHe Lavy or THE House: I have recently sold the Purity Plus Pharmacy on Main Street where for many years I have handled a complete line of cosmetics, drugs, medicines, cameras, tonics, automobile tires, seeds, boots and shoes, garden utensils, hard- ware, pills, powders, sandwiches, salads, toys and spark plugs. To my many friends I desire to an- nounce that I have just opened THE BON TON MILLINERY AND LINGERIE SHOPPE Here I handle an assortment of chic Parisian turbans, bonnets, tams and dainty, delicate undies to tempt Milady. A full line of house paints, soft drinks, chewing and smoking tobaccos will al- ways be carried in addition to filmy silk hose, chewing gum, peanuts, step-ins, pop- corn and candy. Come to the Bon Ton for the latest from Paris... .for that de- lightful combination. . . .for that fetching chemise you have your heart set on. Al- ways a large variety of shoe-polish, type- writers and brassiéres. Special sale tomorrow: $5 hosiery re- duced to $3.78... .all $2 baseball gloves marked down to $1.35... .lace handker- chiefs and roofing reduced 10 per cent. Hoping to have the pleasure of an early visit, I am Very truly yours, Arthur L. Lippmann. Ir hearts were worn on the sleeve, you'd change them oftener. Se Any Vone on™ No Sate “You are fined twenty-five dollars and costs.” “I'm sorry, Judge—but that’s just a little more than I care to pay.” THE RADIO [Sen __ \ mn “Tue Man Wo Knew Cooupce” The Hoot Owls Tuts radio reviewer, always a slave to the whims of her public, has been awfully uneasy in her mind lately because she hasn't been doing right by the Far West- ern stations. The range of her set is lim- ited to Mexico City, on the south, Den- ver, on the west, and Montreal, on the north. Boasting again. But beyond the Rockies everything is just squeals and whistles, owing to the all-night activities of certain Chicago pro- gram-makers who should be boiled in oil. If I were a great big liar I could write about Station KGW in Portland, Oregon, and pretend that I heard every word of the program myself. But, being honest to the point of recklessness, I will confess that I can’t any more get Portland on my set than I can tune in on Moscow. Therefore I will credit Mr. Dean Col- lins with an assist in relating something about the Hoot Owls who have been making merry in the Great Northwest for over five years. There is a good story in the Hoot Owls because they are the only benevolent or- ganization on the air and because they are all amateurs and so have no desire to sell you washing machines, crullers or cigarette lighters. When the Hoot Owls first went on the air, it was only in fun. A group of busi- ness men, newspaper men and civic lead- ers decided that something ought to be done about keeping the inhabitants of Portland and adjacent territory awake after half-past ten o'clock at night. They were encouraged in this high purpose by the success of the racket made by the Night Hawks of Kansas City, pioneer sleep disturbers of the Corn Belt. The Hoot Owls started by giving bur- lesque lodge meetings, with iniuations and amateur clowning. It was all a joke, but you cannot kid your Unseen Friends. You could have knocked the Hoot Owls over with a feather when the boys in cabins and farms ‘way up in the lonely mountains began to write letters telling them that their impromptu cavortings were a Boon to Humanity. Some of the letters were from invalids who got a lot of fun out of the Friday comicbooks.com