Judge — June 12, 1920 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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= What Is Success? You must read what Maurice Switzer, business executive, econ- omist, poet and humorist, has to say on the subject in CASHING IN ON WHAT YOU'VE GOT |} Just extra good common sense at- tractively and wittily served up. Every word is golden for those who are able to appreciate that cashing in on what we have is entirely ssible if we will follow some few undamental maxims. Maurice | Switzer has produced an unusual | type of literature; it is unique in its humorous qualities and philosophi- cal insight, combined with practical everyday advice. There is the flavor of Emerson, a suggestion of Arnold Bennett, and ja dash of George Ade in this book. | Price $1.00 Postpaid | Don’t miss reading it. Send in your order to-day, using the coupon below. | 1 Leslie-Judge Co. 56-12-20 1 225 Fifth Avenue 1 New York City Please send me a copy of ‘*CASH- I ING IN ON WHAT YOU'VE | GOT,” for which I enclose $1.00. I 1 ui bee ce eee ere wee eee eee “ Bob Hawley’s married his cook.” “Yes, he'd rather fight than cat.” Scandal, Poor Lo! And Bill Jones (Continued from page 32) our Broadway houses, where I have tried to push my way in armed with credentials from the editor of Judge, Secretary Colby, five dramatic editors and William T. Flynn. The house was always sold out to the end of the ninety-nine year lease, so I viewed the show by courtesy of the man- ager from the chandelier pole in the mid- dle of the house, having been let down there in chains from the roof. So I had to read the book, too (“Light- nin’,” by Frank Bacon, Harper & Broth- ers), in order to find out what I had missed in the performance. Lightnin’ Jones, of California and Nevada, shows up just as well in print as he does on the stage. The story is told simply and directly with many illustrations. Lightnin’ Bill Jones will go down in his- tory with the Music Master—I’ve for- gotten his name. Bill is a curyus aneemal, and I have only found his like west of the Mississippi. David Harum had no soul—I mean in- nards. Bill Jones had. He had picked up many ends of wisdom right out of life— and one of them was that good whiskey was not for cooking purposes. It may be that living in a house where the parlor is in California and the wall- paper is in Nevada had produced that socratic do- nothing feeling in Bill that got him, derisively, the name of Lightnin’. After all, it was a good sobriquet, for the important thing about lightning is not that it Drawn by C. Baar travels fast, but that it is going to strike somewhere. And Bill was a sure shot when he got fast hold of an AnotHer Case or Mopern Surcery 1st Cat—I hear that brother Carmine over there has been to the hospital. What was the trouble? 2nd Ditto—Why he had to have his “Appendix” removed. JUDGE idea. If you want to get away from Joseph Conrad and Doc Lodge for a while I recommend a little “ Light- nin’,”” Nevada, not Jersey, brand. I have, by the way, discovered a Baconian cipher in this book which throws the unworthy belief into my beefy consciousness that mebbe— mebbe, I say—Frank Bacon hadn't all to do with the authorship of this great masterpiece. An icono- clastic age, my masters! Admonishing Him By Tom P. Morcan ie you are going to the city, Adrian.” said Farmer Field to his youthful nephew, “full of high hopes, which are to be admired, and a few hallucinations, that are not especially surprising. Be- cause you wrote a graduation essay that had a good many long words in it, you feel con- vinced that in the teeming town, as they call it in stories, lie fame and fortune, both of which you expect to pluck in large quantities. “T hope you do. But, still, it may be worth while for you to remember that Opportunity very seldom meets a young feller from the coun- try at the Union Depot in the city with out- stretched hand and welcoming smile. Mostly, she is either busily engaged in some more or less unromantic task in a dingy back room, or ham- mering away in a smoky workshop, or on a high stool some’rs, or in a scrabbled stockroom, or else she is back home on the old farm where he came from, waiting for his return.” The Fashion Market By Mixxa Invixe The Fashion market fluctuates Around the female shape, Its operations are controlled By corset-strings and tape, And my impressions when I view The present styles are strong That all quotations as to skirts Are short, and bills are long. comichooks tom