Judge — January 28, 1922 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Long Island Color By W. T. Huddle EW Assistant Director (drowning out the sound of turning cranks with a word-picture of dark Malaysia, that the feminine star may register fear, horror, etc.): “You are trekking through leech- incrusted leaves. Your canoe is tethered yonder in the tepid Pahang. While you are armed with a kris, yet you know it cannot avail against the virulent cholera which is sweeping off the native Sakais. Thorny rotans are en- tangled hopelessly with climbing canes. Now a chorus from dyal birds and the crow of a wild jungle- cock sound from a dis- tance. An elephant trump- ets from a spot uncomfort- ably near. A huge black cobra undulates through the reeds. You now are passing close to a dak bun- galow. You hear the squeaking of the punkah- rope, and the rustling of a geeko or snake on the roof. Hoarse cries of drongos are suddenly mixed with the songs of bulbuls! Stiffen! Stiffen!” Old Chief Director (shuddering lest a failure be born before his naked eyes): “You're trampin’ barefoot through a woods full o° rattlesnakes Not a soul's alive f'r miles an’ snails. around. Flu took ‘em all. Listen! It's a mouse squeakin'! It's comin’ after yuh! It’s runnin’ up y'r leg!” LONG CLOTHES ‘THE baby girlie in long clothes Is very charming, goodness knows Observe her closely, boys and men, She'll never be that way again! NO GAINS “Picked up a hundred on the races yesterday, two hundred the day be- fore.” “Winning a little money, eh?” “Naw, just getting a little back.” PATERNAL INFLUENCE “Whom does Charles take his mu- sical talent after?” “Well, his father never liked work." Judge’s Favorite Artists’ Models Doreen By Richard Le Gallienne OREEN is her name Whom this picture portrays, Her name and her nature— Doreen; The prettiest name For the prettiest face That ever was heard Or was seen. Her name is enough To win any man’s heart, ‘Tis a name none too good For a queen, And no queen that is Or no queen that hath been, Looks the part To compare with Doreen TAILORED “See these pants,” said Teenom, when he walked into his Cajan store down in Louisiana. “Uh, huh,” Pierre grunted. “They is tailor-make,” said Teenom “Sho nuff?” Pierre asked, inter ested. “Yeh,” said Teenom. “I had ‘em cut off t'ree time, and they is too doggone short yet.” The Icy Paradise By Eddie P. Pearson “*T SN'T this terrible wea- ther?” a fat lady asked on reaching a safe place to walk, “The streets are just like glass.” Her companion, also of a robust nature, breathed sullenly and rolled her eyes in order to see dis- tinctly. “It's awful, Kellinda. Us women certainly gets the worst 0° everything.” “You are right in that; and I am thinking we are going to get our worstest before we reach home.” Both stared. “Per'ap so,” finally said. “But I wouldn't be too sure,” Mrs. Wisely said They resumed their jour- ney. Before them the ice glit- tered invitingly. Only a minute ago a man _ had struggled to regain poise, then fell perplexed Kellinda slipped “I am falling,” she “Ketch me!” “Calm! Mrs, Wisely ejacu- lated. “Now you're safe again.” “T-t-hat was a close one,” Kel- linda said. For half a block they walked all right. But nearing their destination both fell in dismay. “We-ll?” Kellinda asked, pulling her skirt down over her knees “The show is on,” Mrs. Wisely man- aged to say. Kellinda STAGE DIRECTIONS EE here, Susie! Hey, Jeannette! Listen, Jimmy! When you dance the minuet, Do not shimmy! PLAYING BRIDGE “She must be 4 good bridge player.” “L can't see it. “She quotes 4 lot of rules.” “Yes, and I can quote a lot of Shakes- peare. But I can’t write blank verse.” TO BE A SUCCESS We must have recurrent Eating Scenes in every Play, Reel, Hotel and Home.