Judge — August 9, 1924 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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The Business of Play Reviewing (Continued from page 27) day before was written too hastily and that he will have something a trifle more favorable to say in the Sunday edition. 10.45 a.m. to 11.30 a.m.—Bones up on a bad English translation of a bad Russian play he has to review that night. 12 a.m. to 2.30 —Listens to his boss’ eulogy of the great acting ability of a rotten actress who shrewdly flirted with his boss at a party the night before. 2.30 p.m. to 4 p.m.—Writes a Sunday ing that the rotten actress is one of very great promise. 4 p.m. to 6.15 p.m.—Reads and replies to letters of complaint from six managers, eighteen press agents, seven actors, three actresses and forty-nine people who live in Brooklyn. 6.30 p.a.—Answers telephone call from A WEATHER VANE for YOUR GARAGE SPECIALLY DESIGNED BY John wold} MADE TO ORDER HAND-FORGED COLONIAL HARDWARE ASK US FOR PRICES GRINDSTONE HILL FORGE WESTPORT, CONNECTICUT. “One-way street” his boss reminding him to be sure to run a rotten actress with his article. 5 p.M.—Looks in the mirror and de- cides not to dress for the theater. 7 pm. to 8 p.m.—Has dinner alone, cursing the fact that there is another opening to-night. 8 p.m. to 8.25 p.m.—Smokes two ten- cent cigars to forget his troubles. 8.30 p.m. to 11 p.m.—Spends in the theater reviewing a play that is simply terrible. Spends the intermissions in the lobby listening to the conversations of idiots. 11.15 p.m. to 12.30 p.a.—Writes his re- view in a nearby telegraph office. 12.45 p.m, to 1 A.M.—Eats a ham sand- wich, 1.15 a.m.—Retires, Just who it was who started the legend that a‘ dramatic critic’s life is a bed of hard to tell. But whoever the dirty liar was, the legend he launched per- sists with a remarkable vitality. When the layman visualizes a dramatic critic, his mind's eye pictures an elegant crea- ture who has nothing to do but change from day clothes into a dinner jacket and get into good plays without paying a cent. The critic, as the layman sees him, gets paid for doing what he, the layman, is glad to pay todo, The whole theatrical world, the layman ruminates further, trembles at the critic’s every word; he can make and unmake plays and players with a stroke of the pen; he is hated, loved, feared, envied. More often, of course, it is the critie who does the trembling. He never knows which manager is going to take out his advertising next. The layman also imagines that the critic is the bosom pal of all the most beautiful acti ; Broadway. Actually, of cours the only actress who ever speaks to a critic is some aged pieface or other, and all she says to him is to imply that he is a nincompoop for having written that she was somewhat miscast as the twelve- year-old orphan. The layman has funny ideas, Damfunni. 32 Moving Pictures (Continued from page 19) and tells the audience “fie for shame” for booing a hero and Ernest runs off in con- fusion. Lady Anna follows, tells him a lot of sob stuff but Ernest bull-headedly goes on with his hero suffering and Anna walks off the set, well-nigh broken hearted. Well it looks like it were all over for Ernest. But not so fast! Louise runs aw with Ernest’s best friend and nest picks Australia as the place least likely to be found in and takes passage for Sydney or Calcutta whichever is’ the capitol of Australia and away he sails to eke out his future alone and forlorn. But Lady Anna seeks him out as it were and chases him to the steamer and defeat is turned to glorious victory. . . . All in all, an interesting picture. KAN tHe KLAN! Ku KLUX NUMBER OF JUDGE KOMING NEXT WEEK! KLEVER, KAUSTIC, KRITICAL, KOLORFUL comicbooks.com