Judge — April 19, 1924 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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The Curtain is Raised The new cars have been an- nounced and their prices and specifications are ready for the public. Whether you want a Ford or a Rolls Royce; whether you are interested in balloon tires or the standard sizes; whether you would like brakes on all four wheels or only on the two rear whether you prefer sedan or roadster—the Motor Depart- ment of JUDGE will give you free unbiased advice as to the selec- tion, operation and maintenance of any car. Fill out the coupon given be- low and mail to the Motor De- partment of JUDGE at 627 \ 43rd Street, New York City The only cost to you is a stamp for reply. Experts will give your questions careful consider- ation The Very Mortal Sarah (Continued from page 22) her lips emerged like a wound. [ was a very young reporter, and green to the ways of the world. She did not fascinate me, she repelled me. I had never seen anything so. startlingly artificial. It wasn’t a bit like Boston. Well, as I read Mme. Berton’s book, in the soberer light of maturity, and a considerably wider acquaintance with COUPON Motor Department Jupce 627 West 43d St., New York City I am considering the purchase |} this curious globe, her account of the origins and the private life of the Divine Sarah somehow seems to tally, in its general details, with what you would naturally expect from Bernhardt’s acting, from the rdles she selected, from her public monkey shines. As Willie Winter once said, she was always the woman of a car to cost about $ and am especially interested in one Of thE) oo os css 7 (make) 5. is SE « (type) My requirements for a car are as follows: | | | { Capactlyvas son woxaxexce being loved, never the woman. loving. in 5 Fascinatingly proficient as an actress, Type of body.......--++. yet she played nothing but artificial Driven and cared j self }] | drama all her life, and all her life was an for by chauffeur artificial drama, a wild, fantastic toying Kind of roads over which car ||| with the emotions which in most men and women are the serious bed rock of existence. She had an iron will to get her own way, she could work like a horse, would be used T hav owned other cars of the following seen ee : : she was the greatest advertiser since Barnum, she knew all the tricks of acting better than anybody in any land, she had no morals, and she possessed a strange kind of beauty ality. Nevertheless, she was not a great artist. because she had no fundamental sincerity, and she did nothing whatever to further the development of the stage. This book may not mean to, but it xplains why. The following cars of approxi- mately the type in which I am interested are handled by dealers in my territory: and an arresting person- Please advise me‘as to the car best suited to my requirements. Name.......ceeceeeeeee | E HAVE just read Owen Johnson’s y Er coll novel, “Blue Blood” (Little, Brown |& Co.) and wondered why he did not EOS a ama a call it “Cold Blood.” But perhaps the two are the sar They seem to be in | those aristocratic circles of New York 26 (Jones has just greeted his physician and asked him what he thought of the weather )—“I wonder if he’ll charge me for that?” society which Mr. Johnson describes, at any rate. Being ourself born of poor because honest parents, and knowing the homes of the rich and great only from humble observation of the outer portals, we cannot give an authoritative opinion on the matter. Be that as it may and doubtless is, we have never read a story in which the word honor was more often used, and the thing honor less often exhibited than in this strange tale. The noble aristocrat —five generations of N. Y. bankers, count them, five, were behind him!—speculates and lets his daughter sell herself in- marri to an old roué to save the family “honor Later he speculates again, this time with the funds of the Central Trust Company, and once more lets her scll herself to save the same family honor. To be sure, the man who buys her for five million he writes out a check for it, just like that is not an aristocrat, but a great, strong he man from Montana, and he doesn't claim his bargain (if you can call even an Owen Johnson heroine a bargain at » million dollars), till by a strange © he has proved to her that. she Hy loves him. The book ends with the panther-like heroine being embraced hy the Montana buffalo. Nothing more is said about the aristocratic papa, but doubtless he went down town to see if he could negotiate a le: of Tea Pot Dome, to vindicate the family honor again. We found this book even funnier than Mr. Johnson's Lawrenceville stories. “WVfextco.” by Frank G. Carpenter, = is number cight of the Carpenter travel books issued by Doubleday, Page & Co. Like the others, it gives a clear, accurate, informative account of the country, without glamour and with- out charm. Mr. Carpenter is an extraor- dinary man. We have followed him, comicbooks.com