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Show I." GAZIMIEr L 4' C- Wf ' IK ilf !!f. - IT ECU CM SALT LAKE CITY, SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 14, 1927. MAIDEN MEDITATION'S (Moore?- Mh- - fP Argument: y Or your ardor this publicity Just to advertise " This Bo belongs to Me " When a motor cop is checking On some boulevard your necking Don't you feel romance he's wrecking Utterly? 0 ft Yl..' wives " His wisdom was begun And then, when he knew that he knew not all He wed Ah, isn't jt sad that e'en on kings Must limitations fall ? He never was wise as he could be He could not wed us all 1 a million greenbacks I would bet 'em Any man will love you any time you let 'im If I had (OtOTlfbt: 1(37: If Tk Olno TrfboM.J THE OTHER DAY if I 1 ft ft 4$lk, fVf''T l 9, M -- - Voice- d- as they're J( I decree ' Si TfelilY V V) r$ 1V I (. V j ' ' CORNELIA shook her head firmly. do me a great favor, Peter," she said, AUNTYouH here." - marriage and my wife and I explained that we were undecided whether to begin housekeeping in an apartment or a house. 3 "If we could get an apartment " like this began my wife. ' She was suddenly interrupted by a strange sound which seemed very close at hand. It was musical in character, but a little unplaceablc Peter took out his watch. "He's early tonight," he remarked, grimly. We looked at him interrogatively. " Mr. Elliot," he replied. "He lives above up," added -- , sound of coffee cups, saucers and the flute of Mr. EUioL " We go every evening," aaid Sarah, resignedly. . Peter was looking through the, papers. ) " Well," he said at last, " the best bet seems to be Ben Lyon ifl One Passionate Night' " ' He looked around the room. " I've seen it" said Aunt Cornelia, suddenly, " but you go ahead." " Not at all," replied Peter, and he continued his search, " John Gilbert's at the Strand," he announced, " in Hour" ' His " Fine." I said. .' Peter looked at his aunt She nodded. " Last week," she said, " but please go without "How about the Cameo?" he asked, "Ronald Colman fa The Night of Love?" ? " " I've seen that too," said Aunt Cornelia. Ifttle It was surprising. zi " But wouldn't you car to see them afain ? " urged Jfcta . " btaiiabl. ' - taxi on our way to " One Passionate Night" p. "All evening," concluded I glanced up at the ceiling. " Can't we do something about it ? " I suggested. " Sure," replied Peter. " We can go to the movies.'' " I though you hated the movies," I said. " I do." he replied. There were a few moments of silence, broken only by th a "Who? "asked Sarah. " Aunt Cornelia," was the reply. Sarah laughed, a bit nervously. " Maybe I shouldn't have said that," she replied. " Yon tefi them, Pete she's your aunt" " WelL" explained Peter, " she used to be sort of man crazy I mean, she used to make sort of a fool of herself you know. J think she's probably got over it" " She seems very nice," said my wife. " I wish she wouldn't wear her hair that way." The movie was not very good, but at Peter's request we stayed Then Peter looked at his through it right to the final close-uwatch. " If we're lucky," he said, hopefully, on the way out, " that will just about be quitting his flute playing by the time Elliot guy we get home." And he was right At least when we entered Peter's apartment everything was very quiet " Great," said Peter. The first time in weeks Sarah had tiptoed quietly into her bedroom and in a minute she came to the door and beckoned to Peter with her finger. " What do you think about apartments? " I whispered to my Sarah. " O," we said. Dinner ended to the running trill of a meadow lark and we adjourned to the living room. " How nice," remarked my wife. " You can hear him much betterja here." ...... Sarah shot her a swift look and began serving coffee.- " No, thank you," I refused, " It keeps me awake." Peter laughed, a trifle bitterly. " Don't worry, he said. " Yoa won't sleep, anyway." by leavic; s There didn't seem to be anything else to do about it You're sure you won't mind ? " asked SarsA. " I'm sure I won't mind," replied Aunt Cornelia. We left her sitting in a rocking chair in the guest room witl the evening papers. She seemed quite happy and insisted that si ! did not in the least mind the sound of Mr. Elliot s flute. " What did you mean' eccentric' ? " asked my wife as wt were seated in Sarah. " He plays the flute," said Peter. GLANCED down at my feet " I couldn't find them, I explained. " I think they are in my other big," and to Peter I said, " Will your aunt mind ? " " O no, he replied. " Come on let's go out." .. We followed him'. Aunt Cornelia was sitting with Sarah in the living ro She did not seem in the least eccentric She was Irwsed quite eatly in black silk and I got the impression of a mild New England sort of person a typical aunt except for her ryes which were, at second glance, unusually large and bright. Mr. Elliot did not seem to have arrived yet. We sat around tor a few minutes, and then, to my surprise, dinner was announced. I started to say something about Mr. EUiot and then thought bet V of it. After all. it wasn't my business, i Dinner was difficult at least.- - as fax as convcrBaboa went, ' IT? Steuwt By Donald Ogden and yet one was acutely conscious of her presence. The talk finally got around to the subject-o- f Ov kdtett ran to tha windm " Is she going to leave you a lot of money ? " asked my wife. ' " Darling," I objected, " what a question! " and to Peter I explained, " My wife says the funniest things," " O. that's all right," said Peter. And is she going toxica ve you a lot of money? " I asked. Peter shook his head. " I don't know," he replied. " She's sort of got us guessing." I smiled, understanding. " Anything we can do to help" I offered, with a vague wave of my hand. You might wear garters," suggested my wife, a little unkindly. '.Int.-J As aoon as the decree Is signed They make it very plain That, once they're free, by court ' Lord!" "What br Hi 'Aunt Cornelia said very little, I soon They close their opened eye. 7 - - - . smells of onions," replied my wife. Religious fanatics don't mind onions," I stated. "Maybe she's an onion fanatic," responded my wife. "I wouldn't take any chances." She was rubbing something on her fingers in an attempt to remove the evidences of dgaret smoking. At that moment Peter entered. " Well," he said, " how do you like the apartment? " It's great," we replied. He seemed pleasedand a little doubtfuL "We like it at times," he said, and then 1e aMed. "I hope you don't mind Mr. Elliot." I beamed hospitably. " You've got quite a family," I said. He appeared puzzled. " Mr. Elliot isn't, by any chance," put in myj ife.JtKe bus- band of your Aunt Cornelia ? " Peter laughed, nervously. "Did Sarah explain about her? " he asked. " Only a little," I replied. " Well to tell you the truth," said Peter, lowering his voice, she's a bit eccentric" " Sarah mentioned that," said my wife, dryly. " Eut I always feel that I ourht to aak out here." continued Peter, "whenever she's in ton. For They'll get tied up again. second bit of information concerning the vanous to be faced by a young couple starting out to keep " came from a visit to the Sheridans. Peter and Sarah Sheridan lived in an apartment; we were undecided whether we wished to begin, our married life in an apartment or a house. Therefore we determined to visit Peter and Sarah. " This is the guest room," explained Sarah, with a dainty wave of her hand. " O, how trice," said my wife, a little vaguely. " Great," I supplemented, cheerfully. " I haven't slept on the ' ' floor for years. What fun 1" Sarah smiled mysteriously and walked over toward the opposite walL She reached up and pulled on a handle projecting from what looked like a closet door. Ttie door swung open and out came a bed. " I don't believe it," I exclaimed, doubtfully. Sarah pulled another knob and out came another bed. " Can you change the beds into rabbits ? " asked my delighted wife. ' Before Sarah could reply there was the sound oia car driving Cp outside and our hostess ran to the window. "There's Pete," she cried, and then she added, "O, good "I , TVim t no women in onr town J I ' MK'r g Iff I OUR is it? "asked my wife. " He's got somebody with him," explained our hostess, " with pauttcase." I looked around the room for another handle in the waD. x " We can double up " I began, not too enthusiastically. ' O," said Sarah, suddenly, it's Aunt Cornelia." " ? we asked. Aunt whp " Well," explained Sarah, " she's Pete's aunt and she's sort " of eccentric " Eccentric?" I asked, but Sarah had turned and run out of the room. " Eccentric? " My wife shook her head. " I don't know," she replied. " Tve never heard Sarah speak of her." There came to us the sound of the front door being opened and then greetings. " We d better go out," suggested my wife, " and meet her." " Maybe she's a religious fanatic," I whispered. " Does my breath smell all right ? " VfV .&l I T ri ill"If Mill "l Ml, H vVr'Af y "3 J VVii J f vlkt if' Ml. ""' 4 I SOLOMON. pfo man Bw lemf (Mifk t hnoto It tXLlM from M fleUoi koMj When Solomon had one thousand IW I'll .' lV ? REPLY i Dignity is too confining. Just yoa try some clinging rining! Just be silly and entwining and on get em. ' ,W Do you give . 7 wIV fI 4lmf if$jf to ask yon, Cade, were I bolder, Why you drape yourself about your boy friend's shoulder When you flivver out on Sunday, . Or on Wednesday, or on Monday? Do yoa never find there's pne day hea you're colder.?, I should like - v2 wife. . Her reply was interrupted by the reappearance of Peter and Sarah. They were both smiling a bit embarrassedly and Peter was holding something in his hand which I did not at first recognize. " Say, here's a funny thing," said Peter, in a low voice. " Wa into the guest room and there is Aunt Cornelia asleep in that go rocking My wife and I clucked sympa- - chair" thetically. " Poor old dear,' said my wife. "Yes," continued Peter, "but that isnt the point What I want to know lawhere did this come from ? " He held out the object in his hand. " A flute," I exclaimed. "Exactly," replied Peter, "and h was on the dresser. And what is MORE," he continued, in an agitated - whisper, "it's Elliot's flute.". He pointed dramatically to an engraved name on a silver fitting. There was a moment of si lence. Then my wi Surjrftion. Let's put h back, and not say anyth about it ever. -" bejrn Peter, but But Sarah stopped him. 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