Judge — September 13, 1924 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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Our Little Red Riding-hoods and the Werewolf (Continued from page 19) It is, true enough, naughty, but it is never cheap or vulgar. Adroitly trans- lated from the German by Gladys Unger, it provides ex ted fun to anyone who isn’t hypocrite enough to pretend it doesn’t. The direction is heavy-handled, the director having han- dled the script as if it were a Danish problem pla lent sophistie: dapted for the Norwegian fe by a Swede, but the acting is, in fective. Lav Hope Crews is admirable, Edwin Nicander is droll in the rdle of a | pompous quasi-Casanova; and Marion Coakley is personable and attractive as the straight ingénue. y Mark,” by unlike “The Werewolf,” a perfectly clean play and a_ perfectly dull one. Aside from a good situation that brings down the curtain on the second act, there is nothing in it to pop the interest. Its characterizations are obvious; its humor is cheap; its plot is out of the Broadway pigeonholes. Although it professes to be a comedy, the only comedy that it provided on the | night I attended it was the spectacle of Mr. Harpo Marx, of the four Marx Brothers, holding court on the curbstone outside between the acts. The estimable Mons. Harpo, it ap- peared, had sneaked out of the Casino ‘Theater, where he is playing, for a breath of fresh air, and the reviewers for the (Continued on page 31) akad Learning How to Live Crazy (Continued from page 20) their party. She could cook. have a wagon, so they bought one, and a horse. On page 170 we find Humphrey turned on the right path. “He put his arms around Jane and pulled her to his breast and kissed her full on the lips. He was conscious that she too was kissing him, conscious perhaps that this was the most surprising moment of his life.” a world where everything is routine, ially for some of us who were too ised, this is the kind of conduct of which there ought to be more. His big philosophical friend had told him: “One of these days I expect you'll he swept very pleasantly off your feet and discover—well, all sorts of things.” ‘This kiss was the start for Humphrey. On page 220 the big man says exult- antly to Humphrey: “Good God! I do believe you're becoming unreasonable at last!” Of course Humphrey does not marry = ES a | | ‘What a whale | just@=few cents make! of a difference pone nennmones —all the difference between just an ordinary cigarette and—FATIMA, the most skillful’ blend in cigarette history. Jane Oak, but goes back home and sweeps off of her feet the girl he wanted in the first place. He has learned how to live crazy. I don’t know where books like this will lead me. I have already bought me a new suit with wide-bottomed, college- boy breeches, and I have walked up Fifth avenue eating peanuts, and you might say I don’t care what happens. I was brought up to believe that I must be very careful not to try to get more out of life than there is in it, and I therefore have peculiar sympathy for the unseemly adventure of Humphrey Dor- sett. PIS Artist—Ah, unpaintable! Madam—HW'm! Come around I'll give you some. lessons. Madam! Your lips are and —Wisconsin Octopus 29 Appropriate Place She—Tet’s go out of town somewhere and T'll finish the book I’m reading. He—What. book is it? “Twice Told Tales.” “Then we'll go to Chestnut Hill.” — Louisville Courier-Journal FIs Doctor—You cough more easily this morning. Patient—Yes. night. T've been practising all Answers (London) At the Beach Fussy Old Lady—I'd like some ice cream for my little grandchild—that. is, if it’s fresh. Vendor (sarcastically)—What do yer think—that I warms day? over from yester- —Boston Transcript