Evening star., 1925-12-06


who was on time in Manila
Bay, once said while describ-
4 ing the battle. Il felt it IA mere
nothing compared to the awful
moment when my wife handed me u
bunch of photogra piers proofs Of
pictures of herself and says to me,
which one do YOU like best. DEAR"
And how that man must of suffer
ed, l can now realize having only
recently put George, that's my hus-
band, through the same kinda test.
But there is always two sides to a
story, and have sometimes wondered
II the admiral fully realized what his
wife must of gone through before she
come to the point of submitting them
proofs to him?
OF course we all know where proofs
are proofs. indeed nothing but cold
facts. But If all legal evidence could
have the undesirable markings wiped
out with little acid as easy as it can
be done on a Photographic plate, why
there would never be no justice done
IN this country. However it seems to
be common practice among photog
rapherS TO submit proofs of what they
have done with your face, and that is
probably why they charge extra high
prices to wipe out the true facts on
the finished product.
They show you, first off, how you
really look and they are then in a
position to show the world. unless YOU
come across with an order for the re-
touched stuff. Re-touched is correct,
financially as we'll as photogra PHI
1cally, because the average female
woman would certainly rather come
across with the price of full dozen
then to allow the fellow who knows
the truth to keep that accurate map
OF them in his possession.
All this revelation come to me a
week or two ago, when l commenced
writing out my Christmas shopping
list and realized where If I was to
give anything to Uncle Will why
would also haf TO give Aunt Eata, and
of course the Joe Bushes would ex-
pect something. and If 1 lived up to
their expectations, why naturally the
Goofnahs was conner feel left out If
they was left out. Also, l really had
to have a trifle for Miss Demeanor,
that bottle blond. on account she sent
Junior gilded banana last year, and
If sent her something, why naturally
l couldn't very we'll ignore DIR. Salary,
the one she Is engaged to. Then there
was my mother, Georges ditto, old
man, policeman, garbage man, doctor,
lawyer, sailorman, thief, etc.
X
A ND so, even supposing 1 done my
Christmas shopping at the Ave
and-dime store, taking a chance that
none of my friends would have the
same economical idea, and send me
the identical kind of junk which 1 had
sent to them, well, even so, nv list
certainly looked like it was going
to run into money, to say nothing
about the trouble of selecting a per-
sonal token per ca. The simplest
thing to do, seemed to be to get my
photograph taken and give the same
to one and all alike.
The simple part certainly turned
out to be correct, l sure was simple
In the worst sense of the word when
l got that idea, but at the time I
thought it was quite hotsy totsy.
My first thought was to get the same
boy to do the dirty work which had
committed the last picture had took.
That was as bride with orange bios
SONS and a steel brace at the back of
my head to keep me from making
another move. In order to find out
what was this feller's name, why
had to get out the album where it
was parked. and incidentally I was
forced to face a lot of ancient snap
shots dating back to the time when
sleeves were sleeves and you needed
the wide open spaces to wear 'em in.
Also skirts were made many times
gored. and ladies and gents both wore
the kind of starched collar which
made the Chinese considered clever
in this country.
In this way I run across a whole
1or of old friends 1 had entirely forgot
about. Such, for sample. as the
gang which come to mommer's house
over the Fourth one time. There was
Tom, Dick and Harry, and little Eva,
I forget her last name. taken in a