Life — November 2, 1928 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Ti OU Oe Oe ASO B aes Fe re Best PRR: SSLe eee me. FP? MRS. PEP’S DIARY Ocroser 7—Awake betimes, by and reading in the publick Baird prints a statement made by Leonard Dr. Strouse of Chicago that an old man who was in- duced to sign a pledge not to indulge in liquor or tobacco was not likely to live so long as he otherwise might, I did clip it out against Sam's seeing it, for albeit he is but forty-two years old, there is nought to which he will not stoop when pressed for refutation, Then out through the pleasant sunshine to Westbury to lunch with Mistress Hastings, finding there a great company, and I did sit next Mr. Hayden, the chairman of the Repub- lican campaign fund and a man of great humour and understanding, and I told him that one of the most frequent argu- ments I heard advanced in Governor Smith's favor was that he would be a better fellow with whom to spend an evening than Mr. Hoover, and we did agree that, however true the statement, it was not exactly a reason for electing him President. After luncheon to the ten- nis court to watch the more sprightly guests contend, Miss Eleanor Goss tri- umphing over both sexes with such skill and such beauty of form that it was diff- cult to believe she was playing in bed- room slippers. And Mistress Hastings told me the story about the nervous passenger who asked the old sea-captain if he knew where the rocks were, whereto the captain quoth, “No, but I know where they ain't.” Then to Bayville and across the Sound to Stamford, finding two of our cozens on the ferry, and F. told us how he had spoken this summer of buying a fast roadster for his own use and how one of the sub-debs of the colony, apparently feeling that there was an age-limit to motor models, had said, “Oh, Mr. Blank, it would be all right as long as you were breezing by, but think how you'd look when you stopped!” A fine lobster dinner at Weisheit’s, and afterwards we did hap- pily bethink to stop at the Websters’, and Ethel told me how a neighbor of theirs had completely rid his dog of fleas by turning the vacuum cleaner on him. Ocroser 15—Off carly to gymnasium, finding Marge Boothby ahead of me, and the poor wretch did make such moan during the overhead exercises that an in- nocent bystander would never have sup- posed that she was once a tomboy, and I did laugh at her heartlessly, receiving my punishment later on the handball court, where it did develop that, however well I might serve, 1 could return nought, not having played the game in five years. In fact, so inept was 1, that I was for going out and casting myself into the river, but the instructor did bid me be of good cheer, assuring me that my prowess, such as it was, would return, Took Marge home with me for luncheon, of poached eggs on haddock cooked in cream, spinach and a peach tart, all very fine, I having read about the fish dish in a mystery story called “The Swinging Shutter,” and after- wards out to shop for hats, and after try- ing on two or three hundred models, most of which did make me look like a Roman centurion because of this season's eartab motif, I did at last find three which suited me, one for weddings and visiting for- cigners, one for luncheons, bridge parties, etc., and one a black velvet turban for anything, thank God! Home _betimes, greatly discouraged with the silt which does accumulate in our house as soon as one’s back is turned, for Lord! it has caused our 1790 ladder-back chairs to wear more in the two years we have had them than in all their previous existence, nor does it help much to reflect that what cannot be cured must be endured. Home all the evening, playing patience and read- ing in Philip Guedalla’s “Bonnet and Shawl,” a book of* gteat interest and charm, Nae KLE = Gop Diccer (to heavy sugar): Come on, daddy, give this little girl a grand, TO THE NEWEST TENANT You walked into my heart, and said, “I'll stay!” T hope it’s true; But, still, you may tire soon, and go away. I wish I knew If you are staying long. Perhaps—but yet I think I'll still leave up the sign, “To Ler.” Mary Carolyn Davies. NO BUNK “Tuen you favor Will Rogers for President?” “Yes. I believe it is a ‘no bull’ experi- ment.” Wuen the cat's away the mice will play—but maybe the cat's not having such a rotten time either. “Take yer hand down—dis ain't no Art photograph.” VOTE FOR ROGERS VOTE FOR SMITH VOTE FOR HOOVER sur — VOTE! comicbooks.com