Life — January 11, 1929 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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pty TEE Sersetrren Ese US sy | ae foes The Influence of the English Novel ] exxep into Coolidge Place, from Main Street. Diana was trimming the rose bushes. “I say, Geoffry, mind the shrubs,” she ay, shan't we have tea?” She followed me into the south sitting room. “Aren't you a bit squiffed?” she asked. “Come now, don’t be silly,” I answered. “Had a peg at the club. Chap said it was actual Scotch. I say, shan’t we have tea?” “We shall be having tea directly.” “Yamato is making a beastly go of the hedge.” “Beastly.” “I shall have a row with the beggar about it. I've a mind to have my solicitors | . complain to the Japanese consul. We're him two and six an hour, you “We'd best chuck him. His work is foul .,| fancy the roses will be late this season. “I daresay. Kelly was saying at the club that roses would be late.” “I've a mind to ask Aunt Vi about the roses. She's rather keen on that sort of thing, you know.” “Rather!...I say, anything in the late “The Literary Digest, the Saturday Evening Post and a note from the Swan- By George Cecil Cowing sons. They're having us and Captain Marcy and that Gianaitti girl for lunch and tennis.” “Bother the Swansons. He's such a bore; the sort of chap who stuffs wads of paper in the ash trays.” “I say, but you're rather keen about Eve Swanson.” “Rather. Clever woman, what? When do they want us?” “Wednesday.” “I say, I go to the Rotary Club for lunch Wednesday.” “Can't you chuck the Rotary Club? You're rather silly about it, you know.” “Come now, don’t forever be ragging the poor beggars. Rotarians are not a bad sort. That chap who is in fire insurance is coming over for tennis. He's rather a snug billet.” “Really? I had quite forgotten.” “By the bye, Di, wherever is the last American Magazine? I was reading a jolly leading article about a chap who made rather a career of mushrooms. Started with two, I believe, and made a fortune. The poor beggar’s early struggles were quite—" “I say, Geoffry, don’t be silly What is it, Nurse?” “I£ you please, mum, Master Cedric would like to go for a bit of a walk.” “Please, mumsy, may I go? I shall be ever so good and it will be no end of a lark.” “T say, old man, you can’t be walking about. We shall be having tea directly, you know.” “Oh, I say, Pater—” “Come now, don’t raise a beastly row.” “T say, Geoffry, pull yourself together. You may take him to the top of the Common, Nurse, but don’t be long. We shall be having tea directly... Really, Geoffry, you were quite beastly about Cedric’s walk, you know.” “I daresay. But you indulge the little beggar. He’s forever raising a beastly—" "T say—” “Whatever is on at the Cinema to- night?” “Margaret La Roquefort in ‘Satan's Cuties,’ I fancy. Her last film was beastly.” “Quite By the bye, Di, shan’t we have the Cinema manager over for tennis some day?” “T say—” “Why not? I mean to say, the beggar might hand over some passes to the Cine- ma. After all, I'm a journalist, you know.” “Rather! Whatever are you going to do about the accounts? Really, the egg- monger’s son is getting quite ugly. And in the morning post was a letter from the Messrs. Model Stores, Incorporated—” “The green grocers?” “Righto.” “Drat the beggars. I daresay I shall have a beastly row with them.” “I shall be going into town to get some goods at the Stores. Cedric needs a new jacket and new boots—” “T say—” “By the bye, Geoffry, when are you to have a look at the drains in the pantry?” “By jove, I shall have the estate agent—" “I say, Geoffry, don’t be silly. They're readily mended, you know.” “Really, the egg-monger’s son is getting quite ugly.” “Come now, chuck the beastly row say, shan’t we have tea?” “We shall be having tea directly.” Geoffry (aside): Hot-dog! Another Short Story of Lire will appear on this page next week. Lire is offering $5,000 in prizes for the best stories pub- lished during 1929. For details, see an- nouncement on page 26. comicbooks.com