Judge — September 24, 1921 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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“Convenient to Everywhere” RITTENHOUSE HOTEL 22d & Chestnut Sts. Philadelphia , Pa. Rooms hot und ena water QQ UP with both G3 .5Q UP Club Breakfast, 50c up Special Luncheon Ev Rooms Lf you don’t read Film Fun you don’t get all the movie news The October issue now be- ing sold by. your newsdealer See the pictures of Coming Stars. Read what the Present Stars are doing. See how they do it on the other side of the world. in Film 20c est newsdeal Fun for Now You get everyth At your ni Drawn by PAUL REILLY. Vacationist (in rollicking C; tain Parad HAVE SL FOR TWEN TELL THE WORLD, IT W Philanthropy Polly—Mrs. Clesefist is getting up a fair to help a poor woman pay her rent. Dolly—I had no idea Mrs. Closefist was so philanthroric. Polly—She isn’ house the poor woman lives in. She owns the Your Beauty Doctor tment, Taleum ,25¢. everywhere. Forsamples SSP Warioura Laborstorisa,Dopt. Malden, Blass, ROME! KE’S weit IPPING BUREAU Fvery newspaper es and Europe is searched. Terns 3 HENRY ROMEIKE 106-110 Seventh Avenue New York Outside of Murder Nothing Happened By BENJAMIN What Mindel Found \ ,\ 7HEN I was a boy I had no idea so many millions of European immigrants would come to America to see me. ‘What do they come here for anyhow if not to read this page? There is a chapter in a rattling good book of Russo-American short stories (“Hungry Hearts”; Anzia Yezierska; Houghton, Mifflin & Co.) entitled “How I Found America.” This is what Mindel was boobed into believing before he quit vodka for wood alcohol: “In America you say what you fcel. | You can voice your thoughts in the | cpen streets.” “In America there is a home for everybody.” “Christians and Jews are brothers together.” “Nobody worries for bread.” Well, Mindel came, he saw, and was dispossessed. But a Russian will believe any- thing, an Irishman fight about any- thing, and an American stand fer anything. Chris Taps Anothcr Brew FIRST met Chris Morley at the old Falstaff Tavern, in the Strand. The tavern was so old that Bill Shakespeare was reputed to have stopped there for his morning cock- tail while on the way to the Globe Theater to lick “King Lear” into shape. Chris was at his usual job— old musty with Gil Chesterton, who crochets words into ideas. Since that memorable souse I have never seen Chris except with Don Marquis planted to the right of him nd Tom Daley—who writes Neapol- an poetry in Philadelphia—to the left of him, and a white apron in front of him. This mellow note is in all that Morley writes. He is our own Charley Lamb. Is there a pot-house in New York he doesn’t know? Name it! Is there a book he hasn’t read? It hasn’t been typed yet! Chris is 34 DE CASSERES that delightful person—so rare, so whimsical—a Gossip. He gossips of gods and books, prize packages, the lovelorn, Kenelm Digby, Gloria, the commuters’ chophouse, little hats, urn burial, Manila envelopes, climac- terics, Punch and Judy, and such things in his newest volume of short stories and sketches (“Tales from a Rolltop Desk”; Doubleday, Page & Co.). It is a book to spend a whole night with over the long pipe and the home brew. The Princess and the Dragon T was in Ireland before the Sinn Fein and the Black and Tans stopped speaking to one another. In those days each county had its own King. Some of them worked at their trade, while the more sensible farmed out their jobs and filled up on rum at night and Irish scrapple and buck- wheats during the day. Such a guy was the King in Lady Gregor: “The Dragon” (G. P. Putnam’s Sons). He was always locking for a gocd cock. Once in a while he started a war to reduce his weight. This King had a Princess around the house. She was a kind of harum- scarum. The Queen ran things with a Lady Astor fist. She did all the voting in that family. Along comes Fintan, an astrol- oger and general all-round calamity howler. He stood on corners and preached pink comets, green dragons and flocds galore. He read the palm of old Mother Fate while you waited. Between Dire Predictions he made bottled stuff in the hills of GQ wan. So one day Fintan stuck coco in the King’s window while His Majesty was uncorking his Bass and said that if within a year after the appearance of his coco in that casement the Prin- cess didn’t get married a faded red Dragon from up Ulster way would swizzle about and devour the girl. You can see how the King and Queen and cook and Dall Glic, the family bootlegger, beat about the kingdoms even unto the Bronx to get the Princess into the Happy State. comicbooks.com