Life — May 31, 1929 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Hes Peps by May 9—Early up and at Baird the public prints, finding Leonard the names of the American women slated for presen- tation at the English court to sound more than usual as though they had been drawn out of a hat. The morning spent with my seamstress over the tak- ing-in of my raiment to fit my dimin- ishing measurements, the most delight- ful business in which I have engaged since sliding down the laundry-chute, and we did speak of the sartorial dis- grace which once attached to a skirt which sagged in the back, whereas now it were better for a woman either to die or stay at home than to be seen with an uneven hem line. Luncheon at the Westbury with Bill Fanshawe and Mary Lowe of Cooperstown, both a-twitter over having passed Lindbergh in the street, and Mary told me of a postal card she has received from Eu- rope which she meant to destroy im- mediately after showing it to me, for- asmuch as if it were found amongst her possessions after death, burial in consecrated ground would be denied her. Then, after such a preliminary, she did fail to locate it, so that I was \\ \ Ny) “My word, what an evening!!" at some pains not to slay her, con- vinced that any jury would hold the homicide justifiable. To the music shops for an arrangement of the song the marines have to “In the halls of Montezuma,” and could not find so much as a gramophone record of it, nor did any salesperson know the tune, so that I was obliged to sing it for several of them, to the amused aston- ishment of innocent bystanders. To tea with Florence Kimball, finding 13 there Ben Powell, who played and sang the newest melodies so engaging- ly that I forgot not only time and space but my hairdressing appointment and in consequence, even with the adroit aid of a hairnet, I did go to the Bannings’ dinner looking not unlike the Stuart portrait of George Wash- ington. May 10—Lay late, pondering such pleasant things in the world as celery, atomizers, menthol and maidenhair fern, but when my new effervescent bath salts failed to fizz, my psychology slumped, and I was reminded that there are also paper napkins, loud speakers, bridge lamps, telephone books and copper ash receivers. A brisk walk to market, where I did mumble “Eeny- meeny-miny-mo” over the Honey Dew melons, that being as successful a sys- tem as any in the gamble for a good one. So tempted by the provender on all sides, that I am resolved to wear blinkers the next time I do go to the place. Home again, where I did dis- cipline my soul by cutting all the flower stems and changing the water like a good girl scout, and then to my accounts, which do cause me to doubt the truth of Landor’s statement that “you have already paid the high- (Continued on Page 30) " Western Driver: Look out! Thank the Lord for four-wheel brakes! comicbooks.com