Judge — June 19, 1920 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE CUSTOMS FIFTY YEARS AGO. | BECOME AN EXPERT fpemecece:| | CCOUNTANT s it may seem, not on: or even a tooth bri Sof persistent p Ponte tor LeSALLE BITENSION UNIVERSITY The Largest Business Training Irstitution tn the World ed thousand fp. sociated b RX | ae Kecocstante f Dept. 682-11 Chicago | WHAT EVERY GIRL} SHOULD KNOW (fu) SENT Drown by Ganoxen 0. Res Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, Old Java “Vayrtas Vasttarus, Ex Ostxta Vantras!” and Masks yo , 1G Gans ; When is a Play Not a Play? Continued from page 23) : DIP you ever try to hear a painting oF see of it? Wise doggie again! Literary intuition asymphony? Itcan’t be done. ‘Then why “MADE AT aU GARS today is alm niversal, Old Cuvier could read a play? Isn'ta play to be played? What reconstruct a fabt s bird from a fossilized fiend ever conceived the diabolical idea of wing. The average novel-reader can tell printing plays? The wear and tear of three you the whole book from the pictu: on the hours’ conversition that you do not hear is “jacket” and the chapter headings. It’s a dreadful. Besides, there’s the task of keeping blasé time track of the characters. If you stop to light And, to make a short story longer, there really your pipe you forget who's talking. Suppose was no gold in Celebes. The gold was the girl, there are eight characters in a play you are to the last bitter curtain. Of course there signpost at the head of each paragraph telling you who is doing the talking, but that is hard on the eyes, the attention and the medulla, which I find wears out quicker under the strain y-reading than any other eylinder in the anus Home. Then, too, you contract a bad habit of looking back at the “Cast of Char. * to find out whether Jack is the chat here H. C. L. was just getting a foot- | track. or the Doctor's Son—which really doesn't make h | so much difference so long as the play ends s Captain Dingle, the author of the Polly, Mary, Jack, the ffeur, ete., each reached the last yard of reel in his one with a different destiny and a different suit happily. fountain pen of mental overalls—their doings must be tracked George Middleton in a little preface to “Masks” (Henry Holt and Company) tries to case our feelings about having to read thes plays (brilliant, whimsical and psychological) who had got there—but that’s tellin’s, as we reading. You have got to keep them in eight used to sty when we were kids. Jack Barry, different grooves of the mind at once. Answer able seaman, carries her away to his berth in| the doorbell and two of them may jump the | ters by explaining that “the exigencies of a highly commercialized theatre” compelled their pr duction in book form. Feeling the path this excuse, 1 folded twelve couch pillow around me, sank far into the springs and read these ix little plays, loading up a « for each play se as to keep my atte vith the Main Idea. When 1 le clared to myself that Mr. Middleton could write—not as well as G. B. S., but much better than R. O. T., who is doing so much in the ay royalty lin Deore be Fare Re Masks” his hero is confronted by the Mex Were Drces . (Continued on page 33) His Desperate Determination “I'm getting tollable tired of this kind of Regarding Editorial, Sabserption, and Advertsing Matters foolishness!” announced Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark., after members of the family, ably astisted by a visiting brother-in- law, had drawn him out of the well. “This is the sixth or seventh time, more or le hat I've fell into yur infecnal well in the last two months or so. If somebody don’t take and make a lid ee ore ign Chiceeos Hide for it pretty soun, dad-burned if I don’t do it |] “Zitayct a7 5s adnan soe chic AEE Toe Theces Voce City myseli | h JUDGE comicbooks.com