Life — September 6, 1928 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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LIFE MRS. PEP’S DIARY Our on the lake betimes, that Sam might fish for bass, and 13 when the mail was brought tous in a skiff a letter from Mr. E. P. Coughlan of Poughkeepsie did say that ay diamond pin had been found there in agutter in front of the Nelson House, a pce of luck so incredible that Sam said were 1 to fall overboard I should prob- ably come up with a gold watch in each hand. So now I shall not have to go to a soothsayer, as I had resolved. Com- pelled to ‘silence, I did ponder this and that, in especial how boring it is to listen to persons who have lived through a fire ot had an experience with the customs oficials, and where I am ever going to get another satisfactory large compacte poudre for traveling, since the manufac- turers have stopped making the type I do now use. Lord! the next time I stumble upon anything so desirable, I am going to hy it in by the dozen for my own pur- poses, instead of making missionary gifts to my friends. Laying out the lunch- con well in advance of the hour, for never dof go on any sort of picnic without longing to be at the provender straight- way, whether I be hungry or not. And we did make a meal of jellied soup, chicken salad, watercress sandwiches, raspberries and cream, all very fine, and reminding me that I must eat less if I am tot to regain the pounds which my illness August did lose for me, for I do now consume three octagonal meals a day, plus tea, and when I pass Church and Scott's or a bonbonniere, | find myself more than oc- casionally succumbing to a chocolate soda or a vanilla caramel. Home in the late afternoon, to find it the mint julep hour, and when Granger Gaither saw a silver chalice smaller than the others on the tray, he inquired, “Who is that for? There must be a child coming.” This morning was I con- vinced of another sign that I am aging, for my pearl ear- rings seem of late not to cling as securely to my lobes as of yore, and I can but pray God that the flabbiness of senility be not overtaking me. Driving through the hills on a brake drawn by four horses, very pleasant, and courageous, too, for a woman who is nervous in a hansom, but later when we essayed to come home by the main street of the village, we made a turn which looked so perilous that Ada Winfield, beholding it from the sidewalk, was obliged to go home and take a strong drink. Greatly depressed, as we passed the florist’s, at seeing nothing but gladioli, which I do consider the homeliest flower that grows, and as sure a symbol of the summer season as a palm leaf fan. Our host’s garden all abloom, however, and I did wonder aloud what its yield would fetch at Thorley’s, whereupon Sam did call me a materialist, and I could think of no come-back save to ask him if he thought he would ever learn to close an inkwell after he had finished using it, and how he would pronounce “H-u-y-s- m-a-n-s.”” All the afternoon gone in read- ing, first in a book called “Ryder,” as bawdy and pretentious drivel as ever I August Tne Riveter Puts tHe Basy to Bep Tue Ovo Orver CHancetu “Say, Mother, what are you going to be when you get little?” read in my life, and later in Meier- Graefe’s “‘Dostoievsky,” and I was pleased to learn how many traits D. had in com- mon with me, in especial a passion for the post when away from home, and it is my misfortune rather than my fault that the similarity of our natures does not ex- tend to the quality of our literary output. Baird Leonard. ULTRA-MODERN Reporter: Are you thinking of di- vorcing your husband? Movie Actress: Well, you might quote me as saying that I'm bolting my mar- comicbooks.com