Evening Star Newspaper, May 31, 1925, Page 93

With us once morc is the Summer art student who paints the fuzzy blue and pink and mauve landscape getting into the wet paint She repainted porch furniture that never quite dries. On hot, muggy afternoons stout ladies who perspire have a ter- rible time disengaging themselves. “If you'd saw last night's paper, you'd havc read why she done the murder, and why she cut him into little bits and packed 'em in the suit case.” Three jolly deco- rators at work, discuss the latest murder. She's always THE SUNDAY Fresh paint, the kind that's fresh eve'y hour and oftener STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE FRESH PAINT BY. W. E. HILL. (Copyrikht. 1025, by the Chicago Tribune.) SECTION-MAY “Clara,” announces Mrs. Jones to her sister, “I had a dozen dress shields and three new tubes of almond cream that I can't find anywhere of those painters was dishonest. He never looked you in the eye!” and decorators get blamed for every lost article for months after they have finished decorating I think one Painters This lovely lady 1s dumb Dora No. 99. She doesn't read signs--not even the ‘“wet paint warnings. “Dar-ling, I am grow- een old—" sings the dul- cet-toned house painter, as he paints, back and forth, ever so slowly, in time to the music