Evening Star Newspaper, September 25, 1921, Page 72

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.— ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—SEPTEMBER 25, 1921 . AMONG US MORTALS The Life of the Party Copyright. 1921, The life of the oflice b force is the man who IR 7 P \ ‘ Any gathering that pretends to be anything is absolutely lifeless without 18, .“f',"” of ammal =X ; - J at least one couple who have a standing joke. Whenever their eyes meet spirits.” He likes to - { \ -5 it’s a sign for Bertha to be simply overcome with giggling and Jim the fox trot around the p - 3 3 K ; > same. office with some one Al : " . who doesn’t want to in the least. No week-end party is complete without the couple who put over the screamingly funny dressing up stunt. The practical joker. ‘“Now we'll pretend . 1t takes hours to get them fixed up and the effect on that I'm a Snaniard and don’'t know a Mr. Bird has added their audience is never what they expected. Every- word - of English except ‘Oggi,’ and you materially to Mrs. De B . body tries to laugh awfully hard and somebody rushes can introduce me as a visiting duke,” etc. Loosey’s little dinner . for the camera—then it's all over. ) by holding forth on the 3 New York traffic sys- tem for exactly thirty- seven minutes by the clock. “My dear, I wish you could have seen the hat she had on the last time she called Joe’s contribu- tion to the gayety of nations 1s a here. Talk about :cyr'efaarcngnwg}i nfit‘l?e- freaks!” The acid . X ¢ i i humorist adds E - k - gl‘:gr!: mxtlrr\evi;: :s;t to an]yhgath}; ¥ T 7 ter long people ing, althoug are going to turn sensitive people to the page in the are rather afraid snapsh?)tg album lt(o go home. They where Joe’s pic- ri';o(l):' t}?ihnat ter- ture has been in- hings will serted and just be said about be convul dJu them when they R have gone. | AP DA AE The girl with the “‘eu- caliptis” (she calls it that) who with three cohorts does “I've Been Working on the Railroad.” Other members of the house party feel that they could have been run over by a train with- out anybody missing much. “Why, your head and your heart line and your life line all run together! Goodness, that shows you’re go- ing insane and will 5 e - die a violent death.” The charade fiend, who, whenever a little group of people are sitting quietly, bursts out Some one really ought with “Oho, I know; let’s have charades!” Here we see her with two unwilling victims get- to censor the things ting ready to act out the first syllable of “gastritis.” that amateur palmists tell us. They are much too harrowing.