Life — December 21, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ereeas ly sangeet “I said ‘Merry Christmas,’ did y’ get me!!” MRS. PEP’S DIARY Novenser 26 — Up betimes and at our Christmas card list, wishing that the wed- ding ceremonies it has un- dergone during the past year had been cases of intermarriage for that I must add nineteen names to it some- how. Then to the shops to buy some stub scissors, pillow tubing, etc., achieving a great moral victory in that I did pass by the holiday merchandise on display with- out falling for any of it, but Lord! the stores were so overheated that I was finally obliged to doff my greatcoat, even though I did well recall my grandmoth- er’s scornful characterization in the days of tailored suits, “She is the kind of woman who carries her jacket.” So to a barber for a trim and set, my permanent wave of three weeks ago having vanished like the baseless fabric of a vision leavin not a ripple behind, and when I did tell him how I have always secretly longed to own an assortment of wigs, in espe- cial a splendid one of henna color, he did respond seriously, warning me of their heat and discomfort. Then he did put me undez the warmest glare that ever I felt by Baird Leonard in my life, and left me like a trapped animal between two great lamps, so that it amused me to be reading Benjamin Kidd's “The Science of Power” on the integration of the individual and the sur- vival of the fittest, in such a helpless situ- ation, but I did glean from the text that in the future civilization will rest not on reason but on emotion, and that will be a lucky break for some of us. Novemser 27—A letter from Aunt Caro- line announcing her imminent arrival which means that I must forego wearing my new rose diamond carrings whilst she is here and also hide the table centerpiece for which she is sure to think I laid out too much money, but if I can get a new set of encyclopedias out of her I shall feel compensated, forasmuch as the ones we are using do antedate the assassination of the Czar. A-reading in Albert Wig. gam’s “Exploring Your Mind,” finding the chapter on fear fascinating, albeit | am wroth with him for bringing to my attention the potential danger in going upstairs, a business which we risk with no apprehension soever, and yet thousands of persons have broken their necks whilst so engaged. Lord! I do now descend steps as though I were an octogenarian, and [ sup] that in the future I shall become unable, through this new suggestion, to ascend any except on my hands and knees. The Barnewalls to dinner, Sam serving his new cocktayle and sampling it so gen- erously that I was obliged to make him repeat, “She stood at the gate welcoming him in,” before I dared trust him at the table, but he did survive the test. Much silly talk, and in listing things that were dificult, my candidates were reading a mussed newspaper, dining without a nap- kin and bathing without a cloth or sponge. Harry: I think there ought to be a law— Larry: There probably is. “Somebedy to see you, Mr. Fitzroy. Yes—whatzat? Important? Well—no-o-oah—that is—I don't think so.” comicbooks.com