Evening Star Newspaper, August 30, 1925, Page 93

THE SUNDAY Parked in a rolling chair, with their backs to the ocean, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Ampico are happily en- gaged with the home town news sheet. “I see in the personals,” Mrs. A. is saying, that old Grandpa Beers spent Sunday with the Leroy Beers, in De- “I'm not going to walk one step further, Fred, my feet are killing me!” STAR, WASHINGTON, HE BOARDWALK BY W. E. HILL (Copyright, 1926, by the Chicago Tribune. D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—AUGUST 30, The beautiful Princess Zuda Wuda, looking over the boardwalkers from the door of her retreat. For 50 cents the princess, who deals in palm read- ing and plain and fancy horoscopes, will tell you to beware of a mean- looking dark stranger, and that some- where between the ages of 6 and 16 you had measles. Irving and Milt are simply knocking ‘em dead all along the line with their week end sport clothes, especially Milt (the shorter and showier), who is wearing an exact replica (if we can trust his haberdasher) of what the Prlince of Wales wore when playing plo The boardwalkers in all their week end glory, fan- ned by the so-called ocean breezes, on a hot Sunday afternoon (LEFT): The middle-aged honey- mooners are out to see the sights on the boardwalk. (RIGHT) : The boardwalk talkers. “Oh, he’s terrible, my dear ! He told it around the office that I tried to hold his hand! J'ever hear any- thing like him!” “Come on, boys, try your luck and take home a swell doll lamp!” (RIGHT) Three male boardwalkers. From top to bottom we have Joe, the chair pusher; Harold, the handsome drug clerk from the hotel drug store, and Mr. Marvel, the out-of- towner, attending the wholesale antique dealers’ con- vention at the Ritz.