Life — June 21, 1929 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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EFORE ac- cepting the “Young Plan” for Reparations as the latest red-hot rev- elation from Mount Sinai, take note that the an- . . 7 oval paymens Life in Washington are scheduled to begin on April Fools’ Day of cach year. At present, it is a toss-up whether the joke is on the Germans for agree- ing, in the face of the Treaty of Versailles, to pay that part of the Allies’ war-costs represented by their debts to us, or on us for letting our unofficial experts commit us to a scheme under which the Allies will collect their own reparations inside of thirty-seven years, leaving us to col- lect from the Germans for a generation after. The elder J. P. Morgan is supposed to have warned against “selling the United States short”; his son’s activities at Paris in- dicate that it must have been a couple of other fellows. Not since Mr. Hoover inaugurated the scientific era in politics, by serving as personal conductor to most of the volts in the “Electrical College,” has the capital been so pleasantly shocked as by the Labor victory in the British general election. The theory is that once Ramsay Mac- Donald moves into No. 10 Downing Street the British Lion will lie down with the American Ostrich, partic- ularly in naval matters. The United States customs—better known as Torquc- mada, Inc—have suddenly become moral. The wicked practice of giving political favorites “Immediate Atten- tion” and according Congressmen returning from the bibulous tropics “the courtesy of the port” has been aban- doned in favor of uniform discourtesy. At the same time, the Customs Bureau has discovered some coarse French writers named Voltaire and Rousseau, and have seized copies of a smutty novelette called “Candide” and some Bernarr McFadden copy labeled “Confessions.” All in all, however, this has been a happy week. Mabel Willcbrandt has resigned. She was not violently be- sought to reconsider her decision. The old gray mare of Prohibition Enforcement ain’t what she used ter be since the President's stately Law Enforcement Committee were reminded at the White House that the Volstead and Jones laws were not the only things in the statute books. Mabel is going into the aviation industry, where there is still plenty of room for uplift. Henry Ford batted over 0.300, coming out as usual against strong drink, join- ing the League of Nations in order to pay “real wages” to his European employees, and recognizing the Soviet Government for a $30,000,000 contract. Most of us would. The world’s greatest reservoir of non-inflammable natural gas has just been located in Utah; the neighboring state of Idaho, of course, still has Senator Borah. Why not rent space to the specs right in the lobby, and save our running around? Does Your Luggage belong on the Tintypes? D. YOU TRAVEL with attic antiques for trunks? You know those priceless heirlooms that remind you so much of the “Gay Nineties"? Not old, pethaps, but hopelessly out of date. Why not treat yourself to the gorgeous comfort, the convenience, the swagger smartness of the modern Hartmann Bachelor. Here's a trunk that any man would be proud to be seen with—frankly aristocratic, thoroughbred throughout. Holds six to eight suits and all the haberdashery and what-not you'll ever need. Finest construction, finishes and appointments, in dashing color harmo- nies if you like—and priced sensibly, too. Sold Everywhere Hartmann Bachelor Ward- robe. Available in three sizes and many finishes—belding 6 #0 10smits, Prices, $50.10 $165, HARTMARN Trunks Hartmann Trunk Co., Racine, Wis. THE SMARTEST WAY TO TRAVEL comicbooks.com