Life — October 26, 1928 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Z MRS. PEP’S DIARY Ocroser 2—This morning I by did resolve at last to have my Baird new tea gown altered, even at the sacrifice of its smartness, Leonard — forasmuch as it does clasp me so tightly about the shoulders as to suggest that I am being backed into the Iron Maiden, and that is not a proper feeling for a woman who is lately subject to such frequent nervous fits that she has become almost the sole support of two vained nurses. So to the papers, where much was printed of politics, but it did interest me no whit, I agreeing with the late Donn Byrne in “Destiny Bay" that politics has never made better apples or larger salmon, and I do know well, as I have often set down, that, no matter who is elected, or how much talk there has been about the tariff, I shall pay as much as ever for silken stockings and Russian caviar. All the day gone in being rubbed by my nurse and in assembling some of the pieces into which I am shot, and in the evening with Sam and Miss Jack to the great exhibition of women’s arts and industries at the Hotel Astor, and we did see there Cora Scovil perched on a golden step-ladder, making one of her patch post- ers and saying the speech to which I have listened seemingly two hundred thousand times for my opinion as to its suitability and appeal, and I could not but think, should she suddenly drop dead, how sur- prised the officers of the company employ- ing her would be to sce an innocent by- stander leap to the platform and finish out her remarks to the letter. Saw many other wonderful things, liking best those booths which displayed f beverages and beautifiers, in especial when they did give samples, and my companions were at some pains to drag me away from the astrologists and character readers, but finally my feet did begin to pain me so acutely that I became tractable, and as we passed out by the exhibit of the society which is fighting the opium habit, a woman did press a pamphlet on Sam, but he did refuse it politely, saying that drugs were not his weakness. Ocroser 3—A fine massage, and then to reading the magazines, and in the A meri- can Mercury 1 did come upon the state- ment that man has more compassion for a dog run down in the street than for a fellow being similarly afflicted, and it minded me of the time when Marge Boothby, walking along with a bottle of milk in a paper bag for some ungodly reason, did slip on the ice into an im- promptu milk bath, and passers-by, in- stead of helping her up, did carefully skirt her, as though she were some old woman in the gutter who was the proper charge of a constable. Greatly depressed because I could not go to see the polo, a game I had liefer watch than any other, I did decide to order myself as handsome a luncheon as I should be allowed to cat, so we did have creamed oysters with spinach, candied sweet potatoes, a fine salad of romaine and alligator pears, and frozen custard made by Katie herself in my special honor. The doorbell a-ringing all the day, and almost every time it was some new publication, and I cannot but wonder how much more forcefully Koheleth would put his statement about there being no end to the making of many books were he alive today and came upon our shelves for transient literature. For dinner to Elizabeth Thomas's, where there was much brilliant and stimulating talk, and then to the playhouse to see “The High Road,” a pleasing variation on an old theme, with Frederick Kerr and Alfred Drayton deliciously droll, and I did like the line about the fiend for fresh air who let his head get full of the same com- modity, albeit that young man’s part was overwritten, as was also the réle played by Miss Hilda Spong. QUAINT BURGLARIES Latest Novelties in Larceny, Culled from Recent Newspaper Accounts Ives STOLEN Flight of stairs ¥% mi. trolley wire 24 white rats Bath tub Locate London, Eng. Columbus, Kan, Pittsburgh Youngstown, O. W. E. Farbstein. N \ K oct = THAT. XE -THAT- HAr, / Hay, / at — THAT. Hay; ° THAT. é Lock THAr Nar; Yi Tue Fresiman’s Hat Comes in ror a Littte ATTENTION comicbooks.com