Life — June 21, 1929 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Now you need @ panoramic camera. It Sims to Me Since he is said to receive a dollar a word for his articles, the keys on Mr. Coolidge’s typewriter must often remind him of a cash register. Remember this: None of the pho- tographs you see in summer resort folders were taken on rainy days. Why not get an alligator to pose for tooth paste advertisements? STRANDED FisHERMAN: rescue party! A radio soprano tells us she has quit singing out in the open because the other day a dirigible mistook her mouth for its hangar. The 1929 crop of pure maple syrup is on the market. It is so sweet and pure you can hardly tell it from the genuine imitations, Zeppelins are not new. One spring, years ago, when I had malaria fever a country doctor made me swallow a zeppelin before every meal. At last, at last! The My ambition in life is to walk up to one of those movie ushers who stand as stiff as a ramrod, and feed him some green apples—then step back and watch, When the ashes fall off a girl's cig- arette now, the chances are about ten to one that they'll burn the girl in- stead of her dress. In spite of all the adverse criticism, rhubarb goes along year after year tasting just exactly the same. —Tom Sims. comicbooks.com