Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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

‘tk oY -7 etd lil ah, te a el ts If death were nothing, and nought after death If when men died at once they ceased to be Returning to the barren Womb of Nothing Whence first they sprung, then might the debauchee . “Thank you, dear, that will do nicely,” interrupted the lady = with the curls. “ But that’s only the beginning of it,” I cried. “Yes, dear, but that will quite do! We don’t ask you to repeat any more of it,” and I withdrew to the borders of the company in bewilderment. Nor did the Browns or their visitors ever learn what it was the debauchee might have said or done in more favourable circumstances. ; EpmunpD Goss, Father and Son Eternal Triangle A seat for three, where host and guest May side by side pass toast or jest; And be their number two or three, With elbow-room and liberty What need to wander east or west? A book for thought, a nook for rest, And, meet for fasting or for fest, In fair and equal parts to be A seat for three. WALTER CRANE, A Seat for Three: written on a Settle Here’s to Next Time E This, I conclude, is becoming a good party ... “Whois ~ this awful man?” Can the question refer to me? I don my © J largest and most benevolent smile. Now I realize that the room is almost empty. I will not be among the loathsome last to leave, but I must find my paper hat. “This is not the one I had first,” I say. ‘The one I had | ¥ first was old-style sugar-bag, blue as your beautiful eyes.” “ Get along with you,” says the daily woman who came in to help. I get along. It is cold out in the street, cold and far too sobering. People, I am now quite sure, shouldn’t invite me to parties. Let them give parties; let everybody else go; but let me stay away. They bring out the boor in me. All the same, I shall go to Robert’s on Monday. That’s bound to be fun. DanieL Georce, Lonely Pleasures comicbooks.con