Life — October 19, 1928 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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PEP’S DIARY SepremBer 22—The fairest day we have had in weeks, so most of the morning spent over motor-route maps of the sort which any child can unfold but T. A. Edison could not put back again, nor in all that sea of per could we make out how to arrive peaily at the pace where my _ great- grandparents are buried, so off instead to Poughkeepsie, which an English lad of our acquaintance did call ‘“Puffkeepsie” the first time he saw it, and I was so delighted to find that the pin which Mr. Coughlan has been holding in the Nelson House safe is actually mine that I was at some pains not to embrace him. So to bed, fairly early, and no sooner was I ensconced on my pillows than a rousing fife and drum corps set up in the street a square or two away, with great hurrahs from the populace, but Sam would not let me reclothe myself and descend to the ex- citement, saying that it was probably nothing but Al Smith propaganda. Lord! what sport it would be to live in a small town during the current campaign, and in this connection | am somewhat irrele- vantly reminded of a poem once wrote by Florence Nash, the playactress, which be- pm “It's autumn in the country now, t's only colder weather here.” Then to whip lace upon my new tea nap- kins, whilst Sam fell a-reading the Gideon Bible and kept asking me such questions as “If Eve was the only woman in the world, where did Cain get his wife?” until I was well-nigh distraught with him and did feign slumber, but I could not really sleep till almost dawn from worrying that the heat of the night ea take the fresh Marcel out of my ir. by Baird Leonard Stpremser 23 (Lord’s Day)—Off early for Peekskill over one of the best roads in the country, and thence through Bed- ford to New Canaan to lunch with the Whites, and they had a soufflé of crab meat and vermicelli which was as good a anything I ever did taste in my life, and also a splendid salad flanked by cold tam tenderloin. We did speak of this and that, in especial the heavy criticism to which the young people of today do. hay themselves open, but Lord! I doubt Niklas ~ Orr-Stace with Famous VAUupEVILLIANS The Great Hypnotist Tries to Put the Baby to Sleep if there is much difference throughout the ages in this connection, for I do well re- call that when I was a child, the news- papers printed articles about Alice Roose- velt’s putting her elbows on the table. To the Greenwich ferry, and thereby over to Long Island, reaching Old Westbury in time for dinner, which is what I do call cutting a wide swathe, a proceeding which has always held great appeal for me. Home before midnight, and turning on the new radio, there came forth a weather song, “‘Rizzle, drizzle, the party’s a fizzle, but oh, what a night to love!” etc., and Sam was for throwing the whole affair out the window, but I would not let him, having purchased it to keep abreast of the presidential campaign, in especial to hear Senator Borah. So, very weary, to bed, reading in a book called “Goodbye, Wisconsin,” which said that the future of American civilization is the riddle of a Sphinz with the perfect face of a movie star, and it did depress me strangely, so that I was obliged to con- centrate on George M. Cohan and the flag to get any slumber soever. INTRUDING “Wuar shall I do to be saved?” said the sinner— Contrite after days of reflection. “Dear me!" said the parson. “I'm so busy now— Can you come around after election?” Tejay. comicbooks.com