Life — August 2, 1928 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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

| LIFe “What Hath God Wrought!” Tue youtn of Athens did not know The glory that is radio, For few there were in Greece who heard Demosthenes’s magic word. Nor, as I've been at pains to look up, Was there in Rome a mammoth hook-up; And SPQR had no show To listen in on Cicero. When Britain’s orators were peaches, Few heard their fine, impassioned speeches. Who thought that Radio would work In the brave days of Pitt and Burke? Or, take it in the U.S. A., Webster and Hayne, Calhoun and Clay Articulated all unknown To static and to microphone. Blessed are we who live to know The wonders of the radio, And every little boy and gal May hear the words of Bert and Al. O boon so rich! O gift so rare! Hoover and Smith are on the air! Let's listen to that red-hot wower, The Joyze-Boyze Kandy Jazz Boys’ Hour. Franklin P. Adams, What Every Real Estate Agent Should Know What is a Man of Vision? dA, A man who will pay a high price for a lot in an undeveloped section. 0. 0. ments? A. Nothing. Q. Why is it cheaper to buy than to renty dA. Nobody knows. Q. What should you do when a pros- pect asks you to eps Easy Payments? A. Change the subject. Q. Why is it that property on the street-car line is more desirable than prop- erty a mile from the street-car line? A. It is more convenient and you don’t mind the noise after the first week. QO. Why is it that property a mile from the street-car line is more desirable than property on the street-car line? A. Itis less noisy and you don’t mind the walk after the first week. John Henly Tyree. What is meant by City improve- Wuo remembers the old days when couples talked a while before they started necking? MRS. PEP’S DIAR Tue heat somewhat abated, thank God, so, mindful of the fact that for the ensuing three days I must live upon sour milk, I did wait until Samuel had quit the house and then did commission Katie to prepare me a Welsh rarebit, which I consumed with zest and a beaker of cold beer, very fine Marge Boothby to see me, telling me how R. B., a portrait-painting friend of ours, had had a client who had protested te cause R. did not make her up on canvas as highly as she was accustomed to do herself in daily life, and how the woman, after getting the picture home, had light. ened the nose with white paint and pu carmine on the lips, whereupon R., hear- July ScorcuMaN: Three dollars to take out # front tooth? I should say not! I'll pick s fight on my way home. ing of the outrage, had visited the houx when the client was absent and painted out her signature. Then, discoursing upon Galsworthy’s finish of his great saga, we did speculate upon Irene Forsyte, upoa whose infinite charm we have always agreed, and wonder whether or not she might have taken us in as she took all the characters in, and been nothing more than a hardhearted hussy, out for what she could get. But to assure ourselves we comicbooks.com