Life — October 26, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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SKIPPY’S Dear Sooxy: I'm staying down here to my Uncle’s house in Virginia an it’s so big that I almost rattle around Percy L. Crosby in it. It’s all very much quict an still, Time doesn’t mean nothin sorta, an ya only know the day is over when the great big shadows of the trees stretch out all across the lawn, They make ya think of giants’ yawnin arms. Then the crickets begin to tick-tack on the night. As soon as twilight comes, we lights all the candles an my Aunt goes in the drawing-room an plays the piano. My Uncle is lyin on the sofa sippin up his pipe when he sees me go over to the candles an make little balls outa the wax drippins. I got shooshed out of the house cause my Aunt was playin the Moonlight Sonora an that was my tip to go tip-tocing off the porch. So I walks around the lawn. I looked back at the house an it was cer- LETTERS \tainly very elegant to see all the candle } lights in the windows. I got to wonderin | if the house was insured, an if it was, how | nice it would look all on fire. It would be swell helpin around with the hose, an me | ‘n all the firemen would clutter up the kitchen an make hot coffee an sandwiches | an talk over how we saved the place. I got thinkin of that an all of a sudden | I see the moon come over the house an I get to wonderin about Carol an if I'll get a postcard by tomorrow. Out on the grounds the music seemed to get sifted through the big trees an it} was so soft that it made me think of a lot of elves trapezin over spider webs. For a long time I watched the fireflies spanglin up the lawn, then I went to the back of the house. From there ya could see the moon dimplin the water. Of course that’s all very swell on the surface but who would want to go underneath it an get mixed up with a lot of oogily-oogily tur- ues? While I was standin there gapin, I heard a noise in back of me an of course I thought of robbers right away, but who should it be but my Uncle’s ridin horse Star. He come right over to the an rubbed his nose on my shoulder an up against my car just as if to say, “Go ahead, sneak in an get some sugar—nobody'll know.” Well, you know me, kid. I filled my pock- ets. Then all of a sudden my Uncle calls me an the horse run like sixty way out in the field. He knew he done wrong. There was nothin more to do so I goes back in the house an scours around the pantry for cookies but I couldn’t find any. I moseyed around an got a piece of bread an butter an starts munchin that an lookin through the curtains an waitin till they get through the Sonora so I can ask my Uncle for the sportin sheet. Affectionately sincere, The Modern Girl Answers a Few Questions in the Registra- tion Booth Crerk: What's your name? M. G.: Who wants to know? Crerk: Your address? Try and find out. How old are you? Why bring that up? : Occupation? : Ask me another! Married or single? : Don’t be ridic. Crerk: What country were you born in? M. G.: Who cares? Crerx: How long have you been living in this precinct? M. G.: Be your age, dearie. Cierk: Have you ever voted before? M. G.: That slays me. (It does. X marks spot where her body | was found.) Bill Levine. WORTH WAITING FOR Rapto Announcer: You are now being entertained by Tom Reilley, the whisper- ing tenor. Femace Listener: Oh, goody! Now we'll hear some scandal. Mrs. WiLvesranpt seems to be- lieve in keeping on the straight and nar- row-minded path. comicbooks.com