Judge — September 25, 1920 — page 31: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Film Fun Funday ERE’S a new day. A day dedicated to sheer, downright fun the country over. Funday is that day of the month when Film Fun comes out. And this is what happens in the average fun-loving American house on Funday in New York, Oshkosh, San Francisco—wherever real folks who love to laugh get together:— First Mother takes up Film Fun from the library- table and rocks and smiles and smiles and rocks as she turns the pages of the magazine that takes her away from the gray monotony of house-keeping and sock-darning and meal-planning into a world of sunshine and happiness. Then Sister’s turn comes. Sister lingers over Constance Talmadge’s latest frocks and the hats that Doris May wears so prettily until:— Brother says, “How about Film Fun, Sis? Aren’t you most finished? 1 want to see how Harold Lloyd did that picture we went to the other night.” And last of all Father, yes, even dignified, hardworking Father with all his responsibilities chuckles, like the kid he is, deep down in that big heart of his when he glimpses Film Fun’s cover, takes up the magazine and goes right on through to the back page. Why Funday is being celebrated, all over, every month, What’s the matter with having Funday in your hous: F Price 20 Cents