Judge — November 19, 1921 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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/_MAYCLESE'*DESIGN woo@seat The Cushion is #522 extra in your material Prices FOB We are specialists increating quaintly designed Rooms and unusual pieces,done in the style of our early American home-builders and cabinet- makers. Careful attentionto form and workman~ ship makes our furniture much sought after by those desiring individual things at a moderate price. MAYCLES 331 MADISON AVENUE N Egbrcon URE TION Boy, Page the Plumber (Continued from page 15) I believe, a practicing physician. One of these novels, a brief tale called “Liza of Lambeth,” written some years ago, is now published here for the delectation of American readers. According to the publishers, it is “the love idyl of a girl of the London tene- ments, poignant and inexpressibly tender.” Um—well, perhaps. Be that as it may, Liza gets “in a family w’y”—to quote her—through accept- ing the attentions of a man on the block who has already a family of five, with another coming, by his law- ful spouse. Said spouse is consider- ably infuriated at Liza, whom she calls by various uncomplimentary and even by Mr. Maugham, unprintable epithets, and proceeds to attack her in the good old British fashion. A truly superb battle ensues between the stout wife, about to become a mother, and the frail young girl, about to become a mother, in the mid- dle of Vere Street, Lambeth, in a ring of highly entertained spectators. Fists, fingernails, teeth, are all em- ployed. Hair is right royally pulled. It is indeed a “poignant and inex- pressibly tender” love idyl! Boy, you’ve said it! Jim, the father of both prospec- tive infants, presently interferes, and when last seen is banging his wife’s head on the floor of their flat, while the neighbors quite wisely refuse to interfere. Liza goes home, the worse for wear, and two days later dies. No doubt it is all true. No doubt, also, that if Mr. George Moore, the much scorned (by some), the super- sensualist, the author who has to be expurgated in America, had been writing it, as he wrote “Esther Waters,” it would actually have been “poignant and inexpressibly tender.” But no doubt in the world that Mr. Maugham greatly enjoyed that fight. Some folks are built that way. Others, when women fight, have acute distress in the region of their waist- bands. Again, over “Liza of Lam- beth” is the faintly putrid odor. And again we move to strike out the “faintly.” Tue Cincte. A play. By W. Somerset Maugham. Geo. H. Doran Co., N. or LamsetH. By W. Somerset Maugham. . H. Doran Co. N. Y. Liza Geo. A Nice Job Poetess (calling on newspaper editor)—Who was that polite little office-boy who showed me in? Editor—Oh, that’s the page de- voted to women. | Q SSS How sharper thag a serpent’s child it is to have a thankless tooth. 28