Sing It In High Tenor
“Darling, put your arms around me,
Oh, for heaven’s sake!
Ain’t you awfully glad you found me?
Oh, for heaven’s sake!
Am I not your little beauty?
Are you not my little cutie?
Kiss me, kiss me, Sweet Patootie,
Oh, for heaven’s sake!”
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Thousands of lonely women are staring at faded photographs when they might be kissing the faces of children.
Whiz Bang Editorials
“The Bull is Mightier Than the Bullet.”
Jazz life seems to agree with Americans. We not only live faster than our great- grandparents, but, on the average, we also live eight years longer. So says the Census Bureau.
Some day the centenarian will be the rule, not the exception. That will come as a result of health education, not from eating monkey glands.
A popular song had this refrain: “He may be old, but he’s got young ideas.” That appealed to popular fancy because it caught the subconscious mind, which probably knew what the census now reports:
That marriages of persons beyond fifty years of age are steadily increasing in numbers, already being frequent. Out of 100 American men and women, 80 are married before they reach 45, while 10 take the leap afterward and 10 remain single.
Divorces among those who have passed 45 are also becoming more common. This, however, is not making us a cynical people, for the census finds that the majority of divorced people try marriage at least a second time, many making three or four ventures.
Figures—which never lie, though liars often figure—show that the span of life is lengthening during the Jazz Age.
The strain at times gets on our nerves. Frequently one of the contestants howls and goes to pieces. But, on the average, the real effects of the Jazz Age will not show up until our descendants of one hundred years or more hence.
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