Judge — September 3, 1921 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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NON=ALCOHOUC %, Extracts THERE is enough concentrated ex- tract in each of these little bottles to make a full quart of de- licious non-alcoholic liqueur. Imported from Nan- cy, France, in twenty flavors. Only 35 cents. “Original Recipes” booklet, upon re- —our_ new sent free quest. DTKouquirs Restaurant and Wine Co. 476 West B'way, N.Y ‘Telephone Spring 5845. Celluloid Trade Marks (Continued from page 26) films—we’re all the more apt to go. If a producer can get enough of us to feel that way—to want to see a picture simply because it’s a Kazoo— he wins. It means that exhibitors will take, and you and Lizzie and I will watch, Kazoo pictures as they come, good or bad. If a hundred thousand has been misspent on a poor Kazoo, it doesn’t ; put the company out of business, for people will pay to watch it just the same, because it’s a Kazoo—and hope that the next Kazoo will be as good } as that first one they saw last win- \ ter. f How the Kazoo-sign has worked, up to the present time, is an inter- esting thing. But it takes space to tell about it—and that means an- other page, another week. (Next week: Movie Trade-Marks to Date.) : Too Early for Him | “You say your husband has disap- Hy peared?” “Yes! Yes! | any place!” { “Well, a man answering his de- scription boarded an early train this morning, and—” “Boarded an early train, you say?” | “Yes, ma’am.” i “Then it was not my husband.” I cannot locate him Tempus Barberus Flora—Time seems to hang heavi- j ly on Dorothy’s hands. She never i| knows just what to do with herself. Dora—That’s the worst of having naturally curly hair. Knocking the Circle Out of Zero By BENJAMIN DE CASSERES From the Bull Mich to Monte Carlo “\ N 7 HEN in doubt pull Monte Carlo on ’em,”’ once said a writer of “best sellers.” If you waste your time reading books —when you could be hanging around a shimmified tea-parlor—you will no- tice that all the best writers take their characters over to Monte Carlo at about Chapter IX. Here Clara, the kid of the family, is allowed to lay down a ten-spot on the red and Willie the Wasteful is allowed to suckle a bottle of Bur- gundy before going to bed. Well, here we are again—piloted by Mrs. Belloc Lowndes in her book, “The Lonely House” (Doran & Com- pany). Monte Carlo at Chapter IX, sure enough, as I hunched some way back. After a delicious fish lunch, which included some bouillabaisse a la Bill Thackeray, the party started for the Aquarium to bet on a bluefish race around a tank. The gang had gone blasé on roulette and spin-the-spear up at the old Casino. Beppo cleaned up the dough at the tank. After this they strolled out on one of the porticoes and laid a few’bets on the number of stars that would glimmer before sundown. While counting the stars Willie the Wasteful com. sui. from a tall cliff. (To be continued in the movies.) Bohemia vs. the Long Green WHILE England is trying to have her debts cancelled Leonard Merrick starts out to hound Ameri- can multi-millionaires to death. What will the harvest be? Old man Lynch in “The House of Lynch” (E. P. Dutton & Co.) was a celebrated coin-collector. He has a daughter who has (yes) brain-storms about artists. One of them glims along; but he looks on the old man’s coins as being tainted—he is an hon- est Englishman, stands for the self- determination of small artists and the integrity of Turkish bonds. Now, pipe the conflict—Art against the Lure of the Filthy. Personally, 32 1 love the Filthy Stuff; but I also love Art. So I know that this struggle which Mr. Merrick depicts as only he can is a 100-proof conflict. The House of Lynch has got on the Hero’s nerves. The immaculate Brit- ish aristocracy, patrons of the arts and the Derby, are in back of him. The Nine Muses are on top of him. And starvation is in front of him. The Light Brigade were only Boy Scouts in comparison. What would you have done? Don’t answer before reading the book. And the Girl? Between Bohemia and the Long Green—how did she choose? Read, and be wise, you poor fish of a plutocrat. What's on the (Persian) Carpet? \ 7HILE talking about my travels— let me ask you have you ever lived in Persia? It’s a handball coun- try. One week the Bolsheviki rule it; then the English take a hack at it; then France arrests the Khan; then Japan marches a small army up to its Battery and gets the keys to the rich rice fields; then Turkey won’t play unless they all get off—and so it goes. On page 67 of “From Persian Up- lands” (F. Hale; E. P. Dutton & Co.) the plot thickens. The Siberian bloodhounds have reached the Golden Gate of the Khan, or Shah, or what- ever they’ve got there at this writing. The plot gets thicker because the opium-smokers are all smoking at once, and the City Hall is hidden from the view of Mr. Hale and a few of Our Boys, who hope to find a hoocherie after the long trek from Rushville, Indiana. This fascinating book shows you Persia inside and out. Not a Main Street is missed. Implication Mrs. Meek (impressively) — At least 107,061,921 years have been required, anthropologists declare, to make woman. Mr. Meek (absently)—To make her what?